1987 lyrics
by Esham
[Intro: Mastamind]
Ain't go to tell me, partner, 'cause I know
It's getting paid in '87, boy
Straight up
n*gga, what's happening?
n*gga, you know me
NATAS in this b*tch
[Verse 1: Esham, Mastamind]
The momentum of this party will only increase
If you turn this sh*t up and say f*ck the police
Fresh out the ninth precinct, just released
Never witness a slug I'm about to release
I go hard on these motherf*ckers, anti sucker machine
Street sweeping these streets clean
Seems you player haters [?] to kill me
Now feel me in the worst way
I'm first to lay, the first to say NATAS ain't making pay
I be at the titty bars f*ckin' with hoes
f*ck all those hoes who chose to oppose
My man and me, two hoes and Hennesy
I'm still f*ckin' hoes from here to Tennessee
I got the mind of a '87 hood n*gga
[?] NATAS we never thought that you would figure
The trigger would spit at you the color red
My mother said by '99 I'll be dead
[Chorus: Esham, Mastamind]
1987 (1987) (That's right)
1987 (The year 1987)
[Verse 2: Esham, Mastamind]
For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket
'Cause you don't wanna see a million dollar profit
On top of sh*t like the FBI, let me ride
And you'll see why I'm high, if I can't blaze, let me die
All my n*ggas runnin' wild from here to Belle Isle (That's right)
If you wanna get at me, I'm at Tiger's off Seven Mile
And if I ain't f*ckin' with your baby mama
I be gettin' sh*t made in Tijuana
Can you rock it up like this, ship it with the quickness
Who the witness? You the witness, it's '87 b*tch strictly business
I die for the green, kill like the routine
And do things, I scream Reel Life, f*ck a dream
I'm the number one ganster, pass me the J
'Cause my n*ggas smoke on weed all day
Come on everybody, let me hear you say
Nineteen (Nineteen) eighty-seven (Eighty-seven)
[Chorus: Esham, Mastamind]
1987 (Uh huh, 1987, the year was)
1987 (1987, uh huh) (Yo)
[Verse 3: Esham, Mastamind]
You might see me on a corner smokin' some herb (That's me)
But I live like a n*gga movin' twenty birds
Ain't no palm trees, no movie stars
And n*ggas out here don't care who you are
And one times no friend of mine (f*ck 'em)
They be grabbin' on your nuts and feelin' on your behind
And with my n*gga Mastamind, I'ma rock the mic (That's right)
And I could give a f*ck less what your mama like
Just two emcees and no DJ
All I gotta say is don't f*ck with me
And don't f*ck with me, 'cause Mastamind slangs rocks
And I graduated from the school of hard knocks
(Buck buck buck) I carry me a mag and it's always c*cked
They knockin' on my door, had to bust two cops
Did you know somebody gettin' money for crack
Back in 1987
[Chorus: Esham, Mastamind]
1987 (1987, uh, it was the year) (That's right)
1987 (1987, uh, it was the year, uh)
[Outro: Esham, Mastamind]
1987
Yeah, 1987
Uh, surrounded by ghetto heaven
It all went down in Detroit
Mastamind, Esham, NATAS, in [?] like that, n*gga
Check it in, n*gga
n*gga