Текст (слова) песни: DJ Skribble f B.G., Juvenile - 187

 
[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 issue blues 
It`ll be no clues 
When I strike, you lose 
I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes 
Your issue`s.. where I hang 
You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand 
You ain`t no man 
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch 
And if you stay.. it`s trigga play 
Motherfucker, you get split 
And once it`s on, it`s on, you all in 
I`m comin` full force after tha hissin` 
Stay off tha block.. `cause everyday I spin tha ben 
Without a grin 
Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end 
Just me and my girlfriend 
We out to win 
Still got ki`s for ten 
I get from B 
Bring `em straight in tha U.P.T. 
After tha pack it`s chance for me off six deep 
I front a nigga 
Tried to play me, ain`t playin` me 
Thought it was all gravy 
He got his issue 
 
(Chorus4x [B.G.]) 
It`s gon` be 187 after 187 
It`s gon` be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11 
 
[Juvenile] 
They got a lot of.. niggas tryin` ta.. get me killed 
But I done flipped.. tha fuckin` script.. and played it real 
Now I`m dippin`.. an Expidition.. around tha corner 
And can do.. just about.. whatever I want 
I`m money-rollin`.. and it`s legal 
And ain`t no quittin` in tha Regal 
Behind tha tints.. my chopper`s spittin` 
Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin` us in 
It`s like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it`s on again 
I know it`s showin`.. how niggas scorin`.. I can hear ya talkin` 
Niggas knowin`.. now they hoin`.. to me for offers 
I can`t holla.. don`t have no powder.. until tomorrow 
But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow 
Nigga, go 
You`re `round my door.. you`re drawin` heat 
You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin` me 
No exception.. at disrespectin`.. can`t let it happen 
Now you step in.. my fuckin` section.. talkin` `bout jackin` 
 
(Chorus4x) 
 
[B.G.] 
Duck.. nigga, duck 
Cuz when I come I gon` bust.. fifty-plus 
Don`t give a fuck who in tha way 
It`s on you.. when I spray 
Whoever hit, look here, it`s on you 
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down 
We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown 
Niggas fucked up don`t know.. what to expect 
Cash Money liable to do anything next 
Fly around your set in a private jet 
Have your bitch next to me in a Corvette 
Or ridin` on tha back of my motorbike 
Around tha second line stun`n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom) 
 
[Juvenile] 
We showcasin`, bodies erasin`.. we want it all 
Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball 
Seven figures.. me and my niggas.. we comin` up 
Gettin` rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus 
Now we drainin`.. cuz that `caine in-side of our nose 
Niggas playin` it.. tha way we sayin` it.. to let you know 
 
(Chorus6x) 
 
[B.G.] 
Juvenile and tha B.G. 
Juvenile and tha B.G. 
Juvenile and tha B.G. 
Represent tha U.P.T. 
Tha H.B., uh-huh 
Juvenile and tha B.G. 
Represent Cash Money 
Juvenile and tha B.G. 
Playa haters can`t fade me 
You can talk that shit if you wanna 
I`ll spin your corner 
You`se a gonner
 

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