187 in Progress

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright da III] Who gone be a victim in this mother fuckin' house of pain? Dead lock, the gun is already cocked so now your body gone drop It's just another nigga we gone have to pack some bags for Send his ass to heaven, 211, turned into 187 Told him from the jump that niggas from four corners poppin' trunks But he didn't believe us so we had to leave him in the dust Plus that's how that shit gone go in fucking with some killer thugs Niggas that serve the most time are them niggas that pop the most slugs So I'm gonna follow in the footsteps of them real OGs Leave a nigga stankin' after hanging him from a fuckin' tree Try to fuck with me? I'm on these streets myself to fuck with you Fuck your crew, I'm on a mission to execute a lemon or two A nigga got your back, not to help you but to shoot you fool! Ain't no use in ducking cus these buck shots made for niggas like you Spreading over your back and your skull to a bloody mess It's too late to break cus it's 187 in progress, nigga 187 what the fuck that mean? Nigga that means your ass is getting capped, flat foot took off the map Process of elimination Ain't no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoes I just wanna ride your vogues Straight from four corners Pimpin-Ville you can't come in here Listen to the sounds from that gauge fill your heart with fear You know you can't fuck with me, OG straight from Pimpin' V Dre with that LTD, Darnell with that box Chevy Mike with that screw driver, he poppin' cars, snatching beepers Grind getting buried in the Chevy cheefin' on that reefer Keep a low profile cus my style is a cover up Come in with them rifles, fuck a pistol now your ass fucked up One man gang, Tommy Wright, FCP gone end this mess It's too late to break, cus it's 187 in progress, nigga (Cowbell melody) [Verse 2: Tommy Wright da III] Bodies drop, bodies drop, die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Niggas droppin', triggers cockin', feel that fire from the endo I'm high Creepin' up slow with no clue what i'm doin' Cus killers and dealers go with the cap peelers Where stealing and dealing is done by the buildings Where selling them drugs is done by the thugs Pluck and knockin' socks off, never soft Do a crime, gotta bail, focused as hell, they know me too well, I'mma cover my trail Sneaking, dipping, leaving from the scene real fast, punched the gas Bloody mask on my face, I can never come back to this place No remorse, pow pow! To your dome, with this chrome Put that tone, in my hand my finger's got a mind of it's own Duck nigga, duck, duck, talk that shit now back it up Grab em up, drag em up, smack em up, now jack em up Tie em up, leave em strapped You and your niggas commence to cap Do em' in, call a friend, come on by and shoot em again Ain't no bullshit as I make this population less It's too late to break cus this 187 in progress