187 Proof lyrics

by

Jeezy


[Verse 1]
I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosbys
I go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony
See how this vicious cycle could f*ck wit you psychologically
You best cooperate with the state or become they property
b*tch my name be ringing bells from the street to the jailhouse
And it ain't no transaction unless I came wit my scale out
Roll in yo college, I just might f*ck up and fail out
f*cking b*tch after b*tch, stacking my chips, all I care bout
f*ck a GPA, b*tch I need a CPA, come and count it up
Thousand thugs be always tryna catch him in a crowd around the bus
Guess it's bout to go down, if you down to f*ck, then you down wit us
I know hoes that won't smoke, but stay sloppy drunk and get powdered up
This Corporate Thug World, they like you but they love the realest
Straight Gary gangsta sh*t, didn't come up off no f*cking gimmicks, b*tch
2Pac ain't back 'cause he got set up and shot in the chest
Biggie ain't either, so won't y'all gon let them n*ggas rest?

[Hook]
I'm 187 proof, streets or the f*cking booth
I'm hard to kill like Steven Seagal wit yo f*cking troops
Yo choppas ain't chopping sh*t if yo n*ggas ain't down to shoot
And I'm ready to R.I.P. any n*gga that y'all recruit
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f*cking booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
It's Gibbs, b*tch
[Verse 2]
A walking 187, 187 crazy
Sick like Moammar Gadhafi, straight 187 babies
I reach for that reefer stench and my sh*t knocking Brotha Lynch
So lock me in correctional, but you can't fix me or f*cking see me
You know who you f*cking with? A n*gga who got sh*t to lose
I got n*ggas that rob you and rape yo b*tch if they in the mood
Check my record, I been a fool, semi autos all in my locker
Flow stupid like I rode the bus to school with Waka Flocka
187 ways to die, b*tch, this the end
6 n*ggas put 600 holes in yo 600 Benz
b*tch, I'm murder proof, I'mma live forever
Duncan block, Virginia street, b*tch, we the clique together
Ask Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs)
Killers in that 4th Ward, shout out to my n*gga Slick
Shout out to my n*gga Hit, West side murder cat
Some of my n*ggas flow, but most of them beat that murder rep

[Hook]
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f*cking booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f*cking booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
It's Gibbs, b*tch
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