Lyrics:
Code 187 it's bouncing off the walls
Code 114 I bout to risk it all
Section 8 housing stop running through the halls
Do they scream holy death when
J
225 225
Yeah
Big J for real my nigga
187 7 seven
Check, yeah
Ey
J'en ai fuck deux trois
J'ai fumé celui de trop
Je veux me barrer à Détroit
Là, je
fuck your ears like a statutory rape
Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip
So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherfuckin' clip
And by the way if
of feeling threatened by my presence
Honestly I get it all the time
I'm a one man assassin, so get your sorry ass in–
Side, cuz I think I'mma finna commit
that shit
We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips
to D-Town (DETROIT!!!)
Straight outta Detroit, crazy mothafucka named Blaze
Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page
When I'm jackin'
I got
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
still 187 on an undercover cop
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep
still 187 on an undercover cop
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep
still 187 on an undercover cop
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep
*187
And ask for, a spare key
Take the elevator to the
Top floor, penthouse suite
Come & meet me in 702
I don't want no one but you
You never did right
out to all you busters
187 to the posse, a Boo-Yaa logo
y'all already know (that's when it's loco)
kickin' up dust, let the dust remain
Turn up
Snowed in, snowed out
It's got me by the throat
Christmas in Detroit
Christmas in Detroit
I'm a one-way ticket
On a one-way street
A harsh cul-de-sac
I'm
scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I
to federalies from Detroit to Cali,
Nigga tryin to catch me slippin like silly Sally,
I dumped his body in the alley, and shot em a close range
Nigga wasn't loyal
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
something can be arranged
I'll bribe the aristrocracy
Topple a beaurocracy
Maybe you could just meet me in Detroit
Oppressed peoples I will liberate
Appoint
Pulver an die Leute
Auf Straßen wie meinen, platzen nicht nur die Träume
Zieh, zieh, zieh das weiße Zeug
Ja, lass es richtig ballern, sowie Detroit
Kokain
I wanna go home
Home folk think I'm big in Detroit city
From the letters that I write
They think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars
And by night I
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home.
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
And I dreamed about those cotton
and Mari innat Porsche
That shit from sellin drugs
We from the real streets of Detroit
Where niggas play for keeps
Crimson yo' tide and take you down
Can't
We talk about real life shit we been through
Fuck the Reverend, 187 and fuck Heaven
Cause the Wicketshit will never die
I'm doing it 24/7
I do it
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