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Master P

Time For a 187

  rap  hip-hop  dirty south  gangsta rap  hip hop
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-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up-Nigga, its time to roll-Pass me them nigga chasers-Time to do a 187-Its time for a murder-If you a G nigga, load your shit upSome nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zoughBout to hit the window gats out the windowand goin crazy, niggas can`t phase meIf you come up short, niggas bout to read daisiesThis your final call, I mean your final breathAnd when I hit you with that tech I`m bout to put you to restI`m crazy, psycho and outieNiggas can`t fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudyLay your ass face down on your stomachYou know you dead for fuckin with my moneyP don`t take no shitEveryday all day I`m breakin bread 24/7Tryin to get paidAnd lose these hoes in the dope gameCause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder manHustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pagerAnd haul you, and when you call back you dead bitchYou bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin` withIts time to face deathLast smoke, last dash you last jumpI`ma let you live, psycheChorus: It`s time for a 187 (drive slow, dim the lights) I think I see the enemy (time to do this) A 187 (drive slow) I think I see the enemy (dim the lights) A 187 (time to do this) I think I see the enemy (roll down the window) This will be your last drink, nigga (roll down yo window)Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicideDid a drive-by fuck it I`m from the SouthsideTo Richmond, California niggas don`t give a fuckBut if you come shizzort, you in that black truckGet you nose swollen, I mean your neck brokenWhen we break you off that 44, face down cause it`s dangerNiggas from the south keep one up in the chamberI mean we G`sWho you be, what set you withNigga do you know meIf you don`t you deadAin`t no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayedAnd ain`t no fear in my heart cause I`m TRU, bullets in my veinSee my tattoo, TRU cross my stomachEyes hella-red been up all night countin drug moneyBut ready to roll with my homiesAnd after the party, once again its on GChorusI`m gone off that doja, I think I see dem` rollersThat ain`t gon` stop me from takin your head off your shoulderI`m from the projects, we live a eye for eyeWhen you fuck with mine`s you gotta dieAnd if your name get scratched off the wall bitchThere you go, just took a fall trickWhen that No Limit tank start hittin`Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddanceYou better run like "The Running Man"but if you ain`t Schwarzenegger, bitch this your last gameThat beam at your foreheadI don`t give a fuck, you can`t run from the infraredAnd when I catch you, you murderedLying on you back, stuck like a turtleGot cho` head weaving and wobblingCrying, you scared to die you slobbinYou beggin for you lifeI`m a give you somethin to make you feel alrightChorus

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