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Gangsta Grillz lyrics : "187"

[B.G.]
I'm a young ^!$$%, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, ^!$$%, 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 (*##$
And if you stay.. it's trigga play


Motherf**ker, 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 be
Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T.
After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep


I front a ^!$$%
Tried to play me, ain't playin' me

Thought it was all gravy
He got his issue


[Chorus: x 4]
It's goin' be 187 after 187
It's goin' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11


[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. ^!$$%s tryin' ta.. get me killed

But I done flipped.. tha f**kin' 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.. f**k in (?), and showin' us in


It's like a movie.. they want to do me.. it's on again
I know it's showin'.. how ^!$$%s scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin'
^!$$%s 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

^!$$%, 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 f**kin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin'


[Chorus: x 4]


[B.G.]
Duck.. ^!$$%, duck
'Cause when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus

Don't give a f**k 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

^!$$%s f**ked up don't know.. what to expect

Cash Money liable to do anything next
Fly around your set in a private jet
Have your (*##$ 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 ^!$$%s.. we comin' up
Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus
Now we drainin'.. 'cause that 'caine in-side of our nose
^!$$%s playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know


[Chorus: x 6]

[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 %#@! if you want to
I'll spin your corner
You'se a goner

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