187 lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


[Intro]

[Verse 1: C-BO]

You say that I'm toughest, you say that I'm the one
No matter the category, can't compare me to none
The boy say he hooder than me, no he lying
He wanna be hooder than me, then n*gga keep trying
You know where I'm from and I don't carry a rag
And all the sh*t that I've done and I dont care to brag
And when it come to beef I take it by the slab
Make the pus*y retreat and all I throw is a jab
I represent the streets, my little homies in the ave'
Come around stunting, and they'll take what you have
Put it in the bag, jury in the cask
Once you lose your respect, there goes your ghetto pass
Be a dead man walking, all you gotta do is try em'
Turn a n*gga into shark meat, I bet they'll never find em'
Call me the boogeyman, I'm always behind em'
Forty or the four-five or tek-nine em'

[Hook C-BO & WC]

I can here you screaming murder
(murder murder)
187 and it's murder (murder)
(C-BO and WC we know)
Then they give a n*gga life cause it's murder (murder)
I can here you screaming murder
(murder murder)
1-8-7 and it's murder (murder)
(all I hear, all I am, all I know)
Then they give a n*gga life cause it's murder (murder)
I can here you screaming murder
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