-Uhhh, ^!$$%s than $#&@ed up
-^!$$%, its time to roll
-Pass me them ^!$$% chasers

-Time to do a 187
-Its time for a murder
-If you a G ^!$$%, load your %#@! up


Some ^!$$% got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window

and goin crazy, ^!$$%s can't phase me
If you come up short, ^!$$%s bout to read daisies
This your final call, I mean your final breath

And when I hit you with that tech I'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outie
^!$$%s can't $#&@ with me the set is $#&@in cloudy

Lay your $$# face down on your stomach
You know you dead for $#&@in with my money
P don't take no %#@!

Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7
Tryin to get paid
And lose these hoes in the dope game

Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man
Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager
And haul you, and when you call back you dead (*##$

You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face death
Last smoke, last dash you last jump

I'ma let you live, psyche

[Chorus:]

It's time for a 187 (drive slow, dim the lights)
I think I see the enemy (time to do this)
A 187 (drive slow)

I think I see the enemy (dim the lights)
A 187 (time to do this)
I think I see the enemy (roll down the window)

This will be your last drink, ^!$$% (roll down yo window)

Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide

Did a drive-by $#&@ it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, California ^!$$%s don't give a $#&@
But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck

Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken
When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger
^!$$%s from the south keep one up in the chamber

I mean we G's
Who you be, what set you with
^!$$% do you know me

If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for @@#!roaches, cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, bullets in my vein

See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach
Eyes hella-red been up all night countin drug money
But ready to roll with my homies

And after the party, once again its on G

[Chorus]


I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers
That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shoulder

I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye
When you $#&@ with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall (*##$

There you go, just took a fall trick
When that No Limit tank start hittin'
^!$$% them gats start spittin, good riddance

You better run like "The Running Man"
but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, (*##$ this your last game
That beam at your forehead

I don't give a $#&@, you can't run from the infrared
And when I catch you, you murdered
Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle

Got cho' head weaving and wobbling
Crying, you scared to die you slobbin
You beggin for you life

I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright

[Chorus]