187

[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.]
Nigga 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 niggas 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
Nigga'll do you wrong, nigga'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
Fucking 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 nigga
Mind of a mainiac, no dreams when I murk a nigga
200 shots out the drop top watch me work the [?]
My niggas bout business, they gon solve the problem
Five gone in six months, these niggas scared now
Any nigga who ever tried to play me, they dead now
Like [?] said, send that bitch 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 [?], he got a Monte Carlo
That bitch cray, I want that bitch taken today
Here go the K
He can hit his knees and pray but god don’t save this nigga
Geezy why they wanna fuck with some sick rich niggas?

[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 nigga up
That's [?]
Get 'em up, get 'em up, [?]
Stop it fool [?] Rebock shoes
All the way [?]
Hit that bitch 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