187 lyrics

[Hook-Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
187 in progress, everybody get it everybody's a target
These n*ggas got me on my sh*t
40 Glock give 'em everything in the cartridge
187 in progress, everybody get it everybody's a target
(Talk to 'em) These n*ggas got me on my sh*t
(Walk through 'em) These n*ggas got me on my sh*t

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
187 in progress, everybody get it homie stick to the concept
(Celebrity Deathmatch) n*ggas is garbage
Run up to the award show air out the carpet (Come on)
Murder every DJ spinnin that garbage
Via satellite while America's watchin
Every artist on the carpet is a target
R&B singers too hit 'em regardless

[Billy Danze:]
Real n*gga sh*t 'round to the mosh pit
Counter clockwise, waving the masses
Show up at the office while you havin a conference
Deliver that Rambo to all of your sponsors
Groupies can get it too, for suckin the di*k of a n*gga
That got mo' b*tch in 'em than you
(And you) Part of the problem I'll tie you to the back of the 'lac
And drag yo' ass by your Red Bottoms
b*tch!
[Hook]

[Lil' Fame:]
Thirty rack on a neck of a artist (Say what?)
About another twenty K on his arm (Say what?)
This n*gga flashin fifty grand
Walk around here lookin like food for the wolves
Listen! Illuminati rap, we don't ride to that
Everybody poppin molly look at how they act
(Y'all sweatin) The whole place emotional
Wake up to find out some dudes Frank Ocean'd you

[Billy Danze:]
I ain't 'bout to adapt to the wackiness
You n*ggas got that wack sh*t we git this
Them same lame n*ggas sprinkled on your playlist
Oversaturated twist of the gayness
(BOOM!) You n*ggas bet' not say sh*t
Smile in my face and never play my sh*t (sh*t)
Wrong n*ggas to play with
It's hot, the homies got heaters they stay with
n*ggA!

[Hook]