Time For a 187 lyrics

[Intro]
Uhhh, n*ggas done f*cked up
n*gga, its time to roll
Pass me them n*gga chasers
Time to do a 1-8-7
It's time for a murder
If you a G n*gga, load your sh*t up

[Verse 1]
Some n*gga got some bad ice cream, came short on the dizzough
'Bout to hit the window, gats out the window
And goin' crazy, n*ggas can't phase me
If you come up short, n*ggas 'bout to read daisies
This your final call, I mean your final breath
And when I hit you with that tech I'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outtie
n*ggas can't f*ck with me the set is f*ckin' cloudy
Lay your ass face down on your stomach
You know you dead for f*ckin' with my money
P don't take no sh*t, everyday all day I'm breakin' bread
24/7, try'na get paid
And lose these hoes in the dope game
'Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man
Hustla, balla, put you in the funeral parlor
9-1-1 in your pager and haul you
And when you call back you dead, b*tch
You bust at my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face death, last smoke
Last dash, your last jump
I'mma let you live, sike

[Hook]
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, n*gga (roll down yo window)
Let's make it a Bloody Mary

[Verse 2]
Just did a who-ride, mean a homicide
Did a drive-by, f*ck it I'm from the Southside
In Richmond, California n*ggas don't give a f*ck
But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck
Get you nose swole, I mean your neck broke
When we break you off that 44
Face down 'cause it's danger
n*ggas from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we G's, who you be
What set you with, n*gga do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for c*ckroaches, 'cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart 'cause I'm TRU
Bullets in my vein, see my tattoo
TRU cross my stomach
Eyes hella-red been up all night countin' drug money
But ready to roll with my homies
And after the party, once again it's on G
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers
But that ain't gon' stop me from takin' your head off your shoulders
I'm from the projects, we live an eye for eye
And when you f*ck with mine you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall b*tch
There you go, just took a fall trick
When that No Limit tank start hittin'
n*gga them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like "The Running Man"
But if you ain't Schwarzenegger, b*tch this your last game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a f*ck, you can't run from the infrared
And when I catch you, you murdered
Lyin' on your back, stuck like a turtle
Got cho' head weavin' and wobblin'
You cryin', you scared to die you slobbin'
You beggin' for you life
I'm a give you somethin' to make you feel alright

[Hook]