Lyrics:
gravity
What if we don't say nothing
Float around up in this atmosphere
What if we don't say nothing
Float around up in this atmosphere
First time, airlock
the atmosphere
Rushing waves, through my darkest fears
We will lift the name of Jesus Christ
Bursting through the sin and darkness
We will stand amazed by you
dealer
Quick to make decisions and I'm
Quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
Lord we long to join in with the angels
Singing hallelujah
Lord we long to give you all the glory
Singing hallelujah
Lord we are overwhelmed by mercy
Thinkin' 187 proof nigga come take a sip
I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst
Is you
The atmosphere is you
The atmosphere is you
Maybe I'm too caught in your love
My mind's clouded by the water
Lost the air, now stuck with your
planet
Name it Oblivion
Oblivion
The world is ending and
I feel nothing
I feel nothing
But consumed by the atmosphere
The world is ending and
I feel
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
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
by my side
Through the lows and highs
Maybe my mind just twisted
I just wanna fly far away from here
take me to a place way above the atmosphere
I
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
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
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
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
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
want to believe in this fantasy,
Just give me this joint so I can feel like:
We’re outside of the atmosphere,
We got no anxiety yeah we got no fears,
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
another day in darker atmospheres
Just another dreadful another wasted year
'N You howl
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
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