Текст песни Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote, слова песни Spice 1

Текст песни Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote

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[ VERSE 1 ]I`m tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all togetherI`m thinkin of self-murder I know I won`t live foreverThis chronic got me noid I need to get a jobbut instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobbI`m wakin up in the morning thinkin of death as I break out in a cold sweatI`m havin dreams of a whole family put to restVisions of a dead man body bagsand all the youngsters gettin their cap peeled over coloured ragsI write about murder and death cause thats all in the hoodcomin up strong while in crack yo G its all goodDescribin a way of life that they don`t understand GSo Imma keep breakin it down until dey understand meYou see its real G and jealousy it roam my blockThats why I`m never leavin the house without my plastic glockCause if they want it they`ll take it and kill for itAnd if its worth sumptin then blood gettin spilled for itMy mother thinks I`m goin crazy And when I leave the house she just stares out the windowI think I`m being followed everytime I leave my homeHavin these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome[ CHORUS ]18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote--- blooooow[ VERSE 2 ]Did things up in the past that I regret at 22And when I hit 23 I hope I`m livin well as youIts good to be alive in 93 I guess that soBut if I gotta go I gotta go I gotta goI guess I`m just a soldier with a song out of the streets blackStressin of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin at my bedSleep walkin with my pistol in the middle of the nightWakin up inside my hooptie holdin my glock full of frightViolent in this art thats only because its comin from a G to the heartGot friends that have died and I mourn for their familiesBringin flowers to dey graves everytime I get a chance GNuthin like a old school homie from the hoodWhich are right or wrong doin dirt doin goodAnd now I know inside I`ll never see my boy againI fie myself always pour brew out fo my friendsCHORUS[ VERSE 3 ]I`m keepin all my pictures from my homies up in jailIf I told you what dey did it will problably turn your paleI used to hang wit killers and I didn`t even knowWrestlin wit my homies as a youngster age 4Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouseWritin to me monthly givin they homies sumtin to rap aboutTell me do my music and don`t trip off what dey sayThinkin to myself I might just be in there one daySome stayed about the big house and still slangin yayAnd now dey stayin under diction of feds everydayTryin to wash their money they wanna go on tour GGettin into the business learn about the industryTry to help em out doin everythang I can I still gotta worry bout the next jealous manMy homies gettin robbed so they rob somebody elseYou can see it never stops let that story tell itselfI`m walkin wit my head down pervin in the rainThinkin deep askin myself am I insaneI think about that daily and I`m leavin on that note and thats the definition of the 187 that he wroteCHORUS

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187 He Wrote

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