187

Lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat] Yeah, Project Pat up in this thang thang Crook by the book, the Fed story, y'all know how we do We do it like it sposed to be done The dirty dirty strapped with the gun Y'all know how we ride, homicide Y'all know how we do, 187 on a punk Y'all know how we get down, let the bullets start talkin Thats how we do the walkin, y'all know how we get down North, north, north, north, north, north (Gangsta Grillz) [Verse 1: Project Pat] Patty cake, patty cake, stack the money off the plates In a field, you remain, you gon make me keep the blades Fuck ya boys, bring the noise, smoke you like a kush bubble I'm the president of drama, guess you get some kush trauma Haters hurl up, lighten up 'cause they broke niggas Hittin up a punk, cut his throat, call them folk niggas Hurt your mouth, hot in these streets, hood bang ya Ride by your house with the K, let it bang ya Project Pat still in business for some big cutty Niggas get to screamin out to God when that lead cutting If ya think ya quick, Drama go then ya pull it I'm head butting suckas in the head with these bullets [Chorus: B.G.] Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool [Verse 2: 8Ball] Big hat, low walkers, low custom fours-oh Put my pants down back, pockets almost all the flow I don't wanna touch it but if that boy out in public If a nigga disrespect it then the trigger is the subject Take it how ya wanna take it, test it then see if was fake Lookin at your mama from the casket cryin at the wake I make dough, pimp niggas like we bake the cake Sit up in restaurants and get my fill on big ol steaks I hope I'm never that poor nigga seein blood runnin Can't bleed 'cause the shots took away half your tummy On your knees beggin "Lord please, not now" Knock on wood, count your blessings while you still around [Chorus: B.G.] Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool [Verse 3: MJG] Look, look into the rearview Nigga followin me, gotta smash on the gas No, fuck that, slam on the brakes Jump out wit the pump and blast on his ass Pimp tight, MJG You ain't gon be ready when I come with the fo-fo In the low-low, makin everybody get out the way And I ain't playin with ya no more Go and get the whole neighborhood, the motherfucker still roll by Still gon splatter blood all over anything that ya stand by I work for Pat mothafucka, me and man, I put in some work I did my dirt, I did some bad, I did some good You can bring in any kinda way ya wanna bring it boy I don't think ya really wanna bring it to the hood Go bring yo bitch, do yo thang Then it don't matter 'bout who you claim It don't really matta what another mothafucka do And when its all over with, you the man Dont make a nigga get buck with the AK Cuz it may spray and it may shoot and it may hit Anybody that ya live or you stay wit Just how worse than the average day, get that shit [Chorus: B.G.] Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool