Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 187, artist - DJ Drama. Date of issue: 03.12.2007
Song language: English
187 |
| Don’t stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty |
| And I will use, in a minute you six feet |
| I refuse to lose, I issue blues |
| It’ll be no clues |
| When I strike, you lose |
| I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes |
| Your issue’s. |
| where I hang |
| You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand |
| You ain’t no man |
| You get ran. |
| off tha set… like a bitch |
| And if you stay. |
| it’s trigga play |
| Motherfucker, you get split |
| And once it’s on, it’s on, you all in |
| I’m comin’full force after tha hissin' |
| Stay off tha block. |
| 'cause everyday I spin tha ben |
| Without a grin |
| Hot Boy$ I represent. |
| to tha end |
| Just me and my girlfriend |
| We out to win |
| Still got ki’s for ten |
| I get from B Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T. |
| After tha pack it’s chance for me off six deep |
| I front a nigga |
| Tried to play me, ain’t playin’me |
| Thought it was all gravy |
| He got his issue |
| (Chorus4x) |
| It’s gon’be 187 after 187 |
| It’s gon’be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11 |
| They got a lot of. |
| niggas tryin’ta. |
| get me killed |
| But I done flipped. |
| tha fuckin’script. |
| and played it real |
| Now I’m dippin'. |
| an Expidition. |
| around tha corner |
| And can do. |
| just about. |
| whatever I want |
| I’m money-rollin'. |
| and it’s legal |
| And ain’t no quittin’in tha Regal |
| Behind tha tints. |
| my chopper’s spittin' |
| Me and Dougie. |
| fuck in (?), and showin’us in It’s like a movie. |
| they wanna do me. |
| it’s on again |
| I know it’s showin'. |
| how niggas scorin'. |
| I can hear ya talkin' |
| Niggas knowin'. |
| now they hoin'. |
| to me for offers |
| I can’t holla. |
| don’t have no powder. |
| until tomorrow |
| But I got a. |
| couple of dollars. |
| that you can borrow |
| Nigga, go You’re 'round my door. |
| you’re drawin’heat |
| You can go. |
| but on this porch you destroyin’me |
| No exception. |
| at disrespectin'. |
| can’t let it happen |
| Now you step in. my fuckin’section. |
| talkin''bout jackin' |
| Duck. |
| nigga, duck |
| Cuz when I come I gon’bust. |
| fifty-plus |
| Don’t give a fuck who in tha way |
| It’s on you. |
| when I spray |
| Whoever hit, look here, it’s on you |
| Tha B.G. |
| and Juvenile. |
| tear it down |
| We get them pistols in our hand. |
| and act a clown |
| Niggas fucked up don’t know. |
| what to expect |
| Cash Money liable to do anything next |
| Fly around your set in a private jet |
| Have your bitch next to me in a Corvette |
| Or ridin’on tha back of my motorbike |
| Around tha second line stun’n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom) |
| We showcasin', bodies erasin'. |
| we want it all |
| Joe Killer. |
| told me be patient. |
| we gonna ball |
| Seven figures. |
| me and my niggas. |
| we comin’up |
| Gettin’rid of. |
| tha garbage litter. |
| with fifty-plus |
| Now we drainin'. |
| cuz that 'caine in-side of our nose |
| Niggas playin’it. |
| tha way we sayin’it. |
| to let you know |
| Juvenile and tha B.G. |
| Juvenile and tha B.G. |
| Juvenile and tha B.G. |
| Represent tha U.P.T. |
| Tha H.B., uh-huh |
| Juvenile and tha B.G. |
| Represent Cash Money |
| Juvenile and tha B.G. |
| Playa haters can’t fade me You can talk that shit if you wanna |
| I’ll spin your corner |
| You’se a gonner |