187

[Verse 1: DJ Killa C]
187 on yo ass
Killa mane I'm bout to blast
Hoe I'm bout to break you off
I'll kick your ass so quick and fast
Hoe it be the fuckin' shop
Just bustin' Glock's non stop
Akoza comin' through
With them junt's that'll make your speaker's knock
Me and Ned spittin' the flame
You think it's a game well we're bringing the pain
Spilling your blood bitch I cannot be tamed
The way I be killin' the game is ashamed
Ya'll nigga's ain't ready
I'll just be choppin up with a machete
Blood spilling flowing heavy then I jump back in my Chevy
Then I smash off, hit the gas blast off
Hoe I'm just like Project Pat
I'll walk up to your door and blow your ass off
Sixset, DOOMSHOP are known to make them bodiеs drop
Ain't a heavy man but I keep that ratchet in my [?]
First degree murdеr, I'm coming to serve you this fuckin' beef
I lose control, then I put bullet holes through your fuckin' teeth
I put my hand by you, shoot you, lie your feet laying six feet deep
It's DJ Killa C
And I stay on the fuckin' creep

[Verse 2: Ned Bundy]
Walkin' like I'm Michael Myer's across your damn lawn
Take a good look in my eyes, I'm straight gone
All I know's I got couple bullet's that need a home
Catch you close range pistol whippin' at the chrome
[?] .223 bitch you gone, snatchin', watch your fuckin' tone
If you actin' like you on
Doin' drive-bys till' my tank's on E
Then I'm doing walk-bys till you nigga's all flee
Everybody bleedin' dry make a [?]
At the house, red neck shotgun, round's missing, party crowd
Say you know me once you figure out what I'm about
All my people love the same ting, we'll take you out
Tag you like a deer, I be standing here
One hand on the pistol, grip the other on my beer
Sprayin' up everybody in the damn party
Wait, drop down, and look at what you started
Yeah y'know I got dread's lookin' Bob Marley
Pistol's and knives' this ain't what you wanted
Ain't no Rasta hoe, I'm a fucking stalk ya hoe
Landin' bullet hole's your lucky if you make the hospital