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times are turned bad like the Evan's Seen hundreds get wounded but like a thousand 187's Everybody that was so real they were now phony
comin' like I'm 2 Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew Late night see a drive-by drop Impala The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla If
Pump pump when I let my shell down Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash Ya reach for the gauge and mash Yell out 187 and blast Nigga
CARRY THE STIGMA Time after time, As if being compelled, The things you do, Just to compromise yourself Oh, Why even try? Why even try? Just do
murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder (It's been a 187 in this bitch!) Murderess,
(187) 187, ich hab' hier den Jackpot gezogen (check) Und mich noch nie für ein Drecksjob verbogen (nein) Das ich der Beste bin wär' jetzt noch
geblitzt, doch im Radio lauf' ich Packst du Bargeld auf den Tisch, hab' ich Haze da für dich (Bottes) Nix gehört, nix gesehen, nix sagen vor Gericht, 187
The elusive mystery Determined by the stars The stigma is valid, truth and fear The fear is real It will set us free It took my Pa I stand in
fingers that are stealing from you (4x) (Capture the flag) One by one like little confused penguins Larceny's yes when fools used weapons Like
jest ostry wow Wyciągam miecz albo kurwa gnat 187 radio przyszedł na nas czas I pow pow pow w ciebie w ciebie leci leci strzał Patrzcie się na mnie bo
at the wrong time Cause by the am she'll be all mine Click, clack Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole, uh Let me
I'm on my murder job again in the morning This 187 on the line I know the rapper dead That means another record label is mourning So you can run but you
Yo, this is somethin new by Notorious-ass Above the Law In the motherfuckin place The Illustrator KMG Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin
I been ridin' by my lonely Fuck a 4 deep On me You don't know me You don't know me Back the fuck up for I lash out Man you ain't my homie Sometimes
It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts. Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G See I pull
(I said) I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (unheard of) 187, just spent me a seven Ayy, Christian V. steppin' They know it's
be -D drive-by As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why But they don't know that I don't give a fuck I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why But they don't know that I don't give a fuck I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
Cruising around being a menace What we smoking on is potent Slinky that Reap and Goldyglocks got promethazine by the ocean You don't wanna smoke with
you hanging with killers But you know you ain't one Claiming your banging until It's aiming at your face huh Tell them It's murder 187 was the case yeah
happen for years Waiting for salvation Possessed by domination Martyred by religion Cursed children of creation Can now feel the pain Her life is
come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains
step forward And then two steps back I was getting better Now I'm off track Apparently everyone's not haunted by ghosts Waking up with night sweats
Awkward conversations helpin' breakin' the fixation When I'm writin' by myself, I'm always workin' a vacation Rollin when I'm high so if I ever need
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