ฟังเพลงTime For A 187 (Explicit)

Uhhh, niggas than fucked up

Nigga, its time to roll

Pass me them nigga chasers

Time to do a 187

Its time for a murder

If you a G nigga, load your shit up

Some nigga got some bad ice cream

came short on the d-zough

Bout to hit the window gats out the window

and goin crazy, niggas can't phase me

If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies

This your final call, I mean your final breath

And when I hit you with that tech

I'm bout to put you to rest

I'm crazy, psycho and outie

Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy

Lay your ass face down on your stomach

You know you dead for fuckin with my money

P don't take no shit

Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7

Tryin to get paid

And lose these hoes in the dope game

Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man

Hustla, balla put you

in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager

And haul you

and when you call back you dead bitch

You bust up my Chevy and missed

now who you playin' with

It's time to face death

Last smoke, last dash you last jump

I'm a let you live, psyche

It's time for a 187 drive slow, dim the lights

I think I see the enemy time to do this

A 187 drive slow

I think I see the enemy dim the lights

A 187 time to do this

I think I see the enemy

roll down the window

This will be your last drink, nigga

roll down yo window

Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide

Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside

To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck

But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck

Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken

When we break you off that 44

face down cause it's danger

Niggas from the south

keep one up in the chamber

I mean we G's

Who you be, what set you with

Nigga do you know me

If you don't you dead

Ain't no love for cockroaches

cause roaches get sprayed

And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU

bullets in my vein

See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach

Eyes hella-red been up

all night countin drug money

But ready to roll with my homies

And after the party, once again its on G

It's time for a 187

drive slow

I think I see the enemy

A 187

roll down the window

I think I see the enemy

A 187

drive slow

I think I see the enemy

This will be your last drink, nigga

roll down yo window

I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers

That ain't gon' stop me from

takin your head off your shoulder

I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye

When you fuck with mine's you gotta die

And if your name get scratched off the wall bitch

There you go, just took a fall trick

When that No Limit tank start hittin'

Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance

You better run like The Running Man

but if you ain't Schwarzenegger

bitch this your last game

That beam at your forehead

I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared

And when I catch you, you murdered

Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle

Got cho' head weaving and wobbling

Crying, you scared to die you slobbin

You beggin for you life

I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright

It's time for a 187 drive slow

I think I see the enemy time to do this

A 187 roll down the window

I think I see the enemy

A 187 time to do this

I think I see the enemy

It's time for a 187 drive slow

I think I see the enemy time to do this

A 187 drive slow

I think I see the enemy

This will be your last drink

Time For A (187 (2005 Digital Remaster) - Master p