Lyrics:
I love you I swear
I swear on my life
I'm just stigmatized by the fact that I can't show it enough
On God, I wish I didn't care 'bout the stuff that
With wounded knees
And the musty scent
Of incense in her hair
Captured by the barbed hook
Of eternal devotion
Stigma bleeds
In the book that
We'll make it big and have no fear
Won't carry the social stigma
Of being judged by our postal code
And we will be done with Harmony Road
But then
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
shots on dat drum
Said they want me but I ain't scared, we go to war where I'm from
Most of my niggas up in jail and half got killed by a gun
187 we be
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
an onion
Exotic glee, I get defined by my murder, I'm going in (187)
I lost my dog about this shit I'ma step until the day I end (I mean it)
This shit
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
Ha, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror
Presidential affiliation, G.I.N. what it do ha
[Chorus: x2]
I ain't never gon change my ways
I'm still gon put it
Ha, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror
Presidential affiliation, G.I.N. what it do ha
[Chorus: x2]
I ain't never gon change my ways
I'm still gon put it
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
Ay, I'm just runnin through my city
Reminiscing bout us spinnin
Reminiscing bout that time we made a dime out of a penny
They was watchin by
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
[W Ballz D.J.]
Oh y'all just want to do with out the beat
Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this
On radio station mother fucking 187.4 bitch
W
don't see nothing wrong with a little brotha jack
So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC
Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats
Kickin' back like
need no back up
If im down bad ian going out sad i jus load up and mask up
And my bitch down to ride 187 homocide i dont gotta ask her
Ferragamo i stood
cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar
VERSE
Let me tell u
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s
187 khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this tru clique
Nigga
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
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