Brotha Lynch Hung

"187 On A Hook"

[Hook: C-Bo]
It's 187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay
It's 187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay

[Verse 1: C-Bo]
Buck these n*ggas, I'm a killer screamin' Regime
Deep NAVI's with heat like the A-Team
And when my K scream, it's causin' nothin' but murder
Bucking these n*ggas making 'em hate me
Yeah, n*gga, we don't give a f*ck, n*gga we thug lords
Connected with Tech N9ne and touched for the thug war
Who got love for these n*ggas with no love at all?
Give a f*ck, guns clutched, only left a ball
I know you heard of me ... wanna murder me
'Cause I'm the n*gga that cooked the birds that flee
In the kitchen, palms itchin'
Had the whole gang unwrappin' chickens, n*gga
And we was headed for the jack, strapped with a fat gat
All my n*ggas down to rat-tat-tat-tat
West Coast bad boys we was yellin'
Now it's West Coast Mafia, Regime, and thug zellin', n*gga

[Hook: C-Bo]
187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay
It's 187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Try to get me for my scratch, you can get your arm detached
If you try to rip me on a track, I put you in a Ziploc napsack
Believe it, I get Glocks at that price, I'm like
Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante on ice
For n*ggas that kill 'em up on sight, kill a n*gga night
Something with tinted widows dumpin' at your Pinto
Compliments of South Sacramento, you could ask Lil Zar or Big Zo
I'm a monster, I keep long gats like Charles Bronson
And I'm on some, put you in the trunk all f*cked up and lonesome
It's gon' come, Armageddon, n*gga, my arms are sweating
'Cause I been busting them model thangs
See, I'm good with the weapon, and plus...
I really don't like you, n*gga, your whole crew can't bust
And I felt that sh*t way back when you was down with us
Clown wit' us, used to smoke a pound wit' us
Now I'm bound to cut you and your homies up
Nobody even heard your stuff
Said it's 187, 187
Me and C-Bo and Tech N9ne on yo' bumper bucking with a Mac-11

[Hook: C-Bo]
187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay
It's 187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Figure to catch this n*gga, I'm ready to peel one
Instead of the shoulders, I gotta diss toward a n*gga's grill some
Vigilante and villains and regime, n*ggas come with steel guns
Get ready to sleep 'cause you tripped when you f*ck with a villain
Which one of y'all motherf*ckers said, "f*ck Tech N9ne!"
Shady Pacino, turned C-ho when I clutched that N9ne!
Me and my n*gga C-Bo, YukMezzo not only bust that rhyme!
We can do it illegal so the evil'll give a f*ck next time!
n*gga, don't you ever spit my name
And thinking that sh*t's the same
Two thou we switched the game and spit the flame
"Allahu Akbar!" is what I say before I buck y'all
Motherf*ck busters like Vell Bakardy-yeah n*gga had enough y'all
Get ready to suffer, kneel down, n*gga
Tech N9ne! Killer Klown, n*gga
6 feet underground is where you're found, n*gga
40 Water woulda never did a song wit'cha
If he knew the song was about me
Never make a million next time
(Say my name, say my name) like Destiny's Children, b*tch!

[Hook: C-Bo]
187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay
It's 187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay

187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay
It's 187 on a motherf*cking hook
n*ggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay

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