Lyrics

[Intro] [?] [Verse 1] Tonight's the night I get in some shit, yeah Deep cover on the incognito tip I'm burnin' sheisty brothers if I have to Peelin' caps too, cause you brothers know I'm comin' at you I guess that's part of the game But I feel for the nigga that think He just gonna come and change things With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness And let me handle my business, yo I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop Until I get the nigga mackin' at the top I hope you get his ass 'fore he drops Kingpin kickin back while his workers sling his rocks I'm coming up like a fat rat Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his back So it's difficult to get him But I got the hook up with somebody Who knows how to get in contact with him Hit him like this and like that Let 'em know that I'm lookin' for a big fat dope sack With ends to spend, so let's rush it If you want to handle it tonight, we'll discuss it On a brother's time, and a brother's place Take my strap just in case one of his boys recognize my face 'Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker Deep cover! [Chorus] Yeah, and you don't stop 1-8-7 on the undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 1-8-7 on the undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause that's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop [Verse 2] Creep with me as I crawl through the hood Maniac, lunatic, call him "Coma Eastwood" Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace, and You know I'm lookin' out for police You already know I gives a damn about a cop So why in the world would you think that it would stop? Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue Dre (What up, black?) Yo, I got the feelin' Tonight's the night, like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin' Killin', feelin' no remorse, yeah So let's go straight to the undercover source And see what we can find Crooked-ass cops that be gettin' brothers a gang of time And now, they wanna make a deal with me Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me And make my pockets bigger They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock (So, what's up, nigga?) What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my nigga [?] twenty-two So, if you wanna blast, fool, we can buck 'em If we stick 'em, then we stuck 'em, so, forgot 'em [Chorus] Yeah, and you don't stop 1-8-7 on the undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause that's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 1-8-7 on the undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause that's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop [Verse 3] Six-four-five was the time on the clock When me and my homies bailed in the parking lot The scene looked strange, and it felt like a setup Better not be, 'cause if it is, they gettin' lit up Oh, here they come from the back in they 'Lacs I'm checkin' for they gats, they strapped; so what's up, black? Yeah, let's hear the deal And if it ain't up to what you feel, then grab your steel Right, so, what you undercovers gon' come at me with? Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip 'Cause you can save that shit (And guess what they told me?) "We'll give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homie We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush Oh, yeah, but you got to sling crack for us" "Hmmm, let me think about it" Turned my back and grabbed my stacks And guess what I told him 'fore I plugged him? If you don't stop 1-8-7 on a undercover cop [Chorus] Yeah, and you don't stop 1-8-7 on the undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause that's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 1-8-7 on the undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause that's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop [Outro] Candiria, Brooklyn, New York [?], New York, baby, representin'