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187 by Juvenile and B.G. Knocc out & Drestaالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

187 by Juvenile and B.G. Knocc out & Dresta

     

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[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue blues

It'll be no clues
When I strike, you lose
I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes
Your issue's.. where I hang

You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play

Motherfucker, you get split
And once it's on, it's on, you all in
I'm comin' full force after tha hissin'
Stay off tha block.. 'cause everyday I spin tha ben

Without a grin
Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end
Just me and my girlfriend
We out to win

Still got ki's for ten
I get from be
Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T.
After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep

I front a nigga
Tried to play me, ain't playin' me
Thought it was all gravy
He got his issue

[Chorus: x 4]
It's goin' be 187 after 187
It's goin' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11

[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me killed
But I done flipped.. tha fuckin' script.. and played it real
Now I'm dippin'.. an Expidition.. around tha corner
And can do.. just about.. whatever I want

I'm money-rollin'.. and it's legal
And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal
Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin'
Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin' us in

It's like a movie.. they want to do me.. it's on again
I know it's showin'.. how niggas scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin'
Niggas knowin'.. now they hoin'.. to me for offers
I can't holla.. don't have no powder.. until tomorrow

But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow
Nigga, go
You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat
You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me

No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen
Now you step in.. my fuckin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin'

[Chorus: x 4]

[B.G.]
Duck.. nigga, duck
'Cause when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a fuck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray

Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down
We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown
Niggas fucked up don't know.. what to expect

Cash Money liable to do anything next
Fly around your set in a private jet
Have your bitch next to me in a Corvette
Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike
Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)

[Juvenile]
We showcasin', bodies erasin'.. we want it all
Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball
Seven figures.. me and my niggas.. we comin' up
Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus
Now we drainin'.. 'cause that 'caine in-side of our nose
Niggas playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know

[Chorus: x 6]

[B.G.]
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Represent tha U.P.T.

Tha H.B., uh-huh
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Represent Cash Money
Juvenile and tha B.G.

Playa haters can't fade me
You can talk that shit if you want to
I'll spin your corner
You'se a goner

Writer : GHOLSON, CHRISTOPHER / JACKSON, LASON / HOUSTON, PATRICK / DORSEY, CHRISTOPHER / SMITH, PREMRO / GOODWIN, MARLON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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