187 lyrics

[Chorus: B.G. & Boosie Badazz]
It's gon be 187 in the 187
It’s gon be booka after booka [?]
Riding through the hood, pocket full of money
Got a whole tommy gun, with a whole hunnid sum
It's gon be 187 in the 187
It's gon be booka after booka [?]
Riding through the hood, pocket full of money
Got a whole tommy gun, with a whole hunnid sum

[Verse 1: B.G.]
n*gga beefing with me, oh they gon get they issue
I promise to get witcha, make sure you get the picture
Make sure you get the puzzle
Put the nine in ya muzzle
Boosie and Geezy together man thesе n*ggas in trouble
Go check my background, go check my rеsume
I’m bout that shoot em up and bang bang everyday
I seen some bloody days, I seen some bloody nights
I come from Chopper City
That's just the way of life
n*gga'll do you wrong, n*gga'll do you dirty
We already bust some heads with that dirty 30
Gizzle a OG, I been a [?] goon
15, had my first unsolved murder on the news
f*cking with me and mine, I bet somebody dying
And we gon wear your T-Shirt at your second line
[Chorus: B.G. & Boosie Badazz]
It's gon be 187 in the 187
It's gon be booka after booka [?]
Riding through the hood, pocket full of money
Got a whole tommy gun, with a whole hunnid sum
It's gon be 187 in the 187
It's gon be booka after booka [?]
Riding through the hood, pocket full of money
Got a whole tommy gun, with a whole hunnid sum

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
187, 187, it’s murda n*gga
Mind of a mainiac, no dreams when I murk a n*gga
200 shots out the drop top watch me work the [?]
My n*ggas bout business, they gon solve the problem
Five gone in six months, these n*ggas scared now
Any n*gga who ever tried to play me, they dead now
Like [?] said, send that b*tch up in a body bag
Lose your mind, drop ya, now let’s see who get the last laugh
Murda murda [?] blunt of purple
Cross the line, we gon [?] ya
Creeping like some baby turtles
I be wildin through the hood, John Gotti of the southside
Bout mine, I'll leave your insides outside
Yo Marlo , he got a Monte Carlo
That b*tch gray, I want that b*tch dead today
Here go the K
He can hit his knees and pray but god don’t save b*tch n*ggas
Geezy why they wanna f*ck with some sick rich n*ggas?
[Chorus: B.G. & Boosie Badazz]
It's gon be 187 in the 187
It's gon be booka after booka [?]
Riding through the hood, pocket full of money
Got a whole tommy gun, and a whole hunnid sum
It's gon be 187 in the 187
It’s gon be booka after booka [?]
Riding through the hood, pocket full of money
Got a whole tommy gun, and a whole hunnid sum

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
Brand new 223, brand new [?]
[?] straight as a bow and aro
[?] walk up on him and catch [?]
[?] when you hit that n*gga up
That's [?]
Get 'em up, get 'em up, [?]
Stop it fool [?] Rebock shoes
All the way [?]
Hit that b*tch up in the head, let his soul run away
[?] sweet potato pie, ride or die
I'm the reason the murder rate's sky high