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Date of issue: 11.09.1995
Song language: English
187 Skillz |
To murder if I have to |
To murder if I have to |
To murder if I have to |
Straight dealin bout 11 on the D-O-T |
Dolla signs on my mind cause ain’t a thang for free |
I’m steady ballin', but never fallin', damn them hoes keep callin' |
Is that, that nigga that’s on the trigga that’s steady hollin' |
Off a, couple of dead ones, don’t wanna see that red rum |
That pistol whip a nigga with that fuckin' infrared son, see |
I want it all, cause now it’s time to ball |
I’m tryna blow up like my name was Biggie Smalls |
Past the quarter pound, now break it down as I clown |
It’s goin down, where’s my destination fool in H-Town |
So hold your weight now, cause ain’t no motherfuckin' lackin' |
You’re just mackin', Cadillacin', zig zaggin' |
That straight pimp game from the South |
Now what’s it’s all it about |
With the motherfuckin' diamonds in his mouth |
See bloodbasket fill, this nigga that get your cap peeled |
For real I grab that steel, cause you know I got them 187 Skillz |
Gimme a bird and imma cook it, a show and imma book it |
Now-a-fuckin days seems that nigga that’s livin' crooked |
Sellin' rocks, makin' knots, cause my G’s is too raw |
And I got love for my thugs, from South Park to Crenshaw |
So Mr. Officer why in the fuck you treat me rude |
Cause I smell like endo and I was jammin' Ice Cube |
But I be true to the game, ain’t nothing changing but clips |
I’m runnin' scratch makin' mil and collectin' my chips |
I’m sellin' yay every day, I’m down with young Dre |
I’m straight from Houston Texas took a trip to East Bay |
So it’s on, from motherfuckin' dusk to dawn |
I got a pocket fulla drugs and mo' thugs than Bone |
So it’s real, when nigga that comin' around that gettin' that cap peeled |
So do you wanna see that ESG grab the steel |
And if I grab the steel, the bloodbasket fill |
It’s ninety fuckin' six, I’m in the midst, click |
187 Skillz |