Master P - Time For A 187 Lyrics
-uhhh, niggas than *****ed up-nigga, its time to roll-pass me them nigga chasers-time to do a 187-its time for a murder-if you a g nigga, load your shit upSome nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zoughBout to hit the window gats out the windowAnd goin crazy, niggas cant phase meIf you come up short, niggas bout to read daisiesThis your final call, I mean your final breathAnd when I hit you with that tech Im bout to put you to restIm crazy, psycho and outieNiggas cant ***** with me the set is *****in cloudyLay your ass face down on your stomachYou know you dead for *****in with my moneyP dont take no shitEveryday all day Im breakin bread 24/7Tryin to get paidAnd lose these hoes in the dope gameCause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder manHustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pagerAnd haul you, and when you call back you dead *****You bust up my chevy and missed now who you playin withIts time to face deathLast smoke, last dash you last jumpIma let you live, psycheChorus:Its 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, nigga (roll down yo window)Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicideDid a drive-by ***** it Im from the southsideTo richmond, california niggas dont give a *****But if you come shizzort, you in that black truckGet you nose swollen, I mean your neck brokenWhen we break you off that 44, face down cause its dangerNiggas from the south keep one up in the chamberI mean we gsWho you be, what set you withNigga do you know meIf you dont you deadAint no love for *****roaches, cause roaches get sprayedAnd aint no fear in my heart cause Im tru, bullets in my veinSee my tattoo, tru cross my stomachEyes hella-red been up all night countin drug moneyBut ready to roll with my homiesAnd after the party, once again its on gChorusIm gone off that doja, I think I see dem rollersThat aint gon stop me from takin your head off your shoulderIm from the projects, we live a eye for eyeWhen you ***** with mines you gotta dieAnd if your name get scratched off the wall *****There you go, just took a fall trickWhen that no limit tank start hittinNigga them gats start spittin, good riddanceYou better run like the running manBut if you aint schwarzenegger, ***** this your last gameThat beam at your foreheadI dont give a *****, you cant run from the infraredAnd when I catch you, you murderedLying on you back, stuck like a turtleGot cho head weaving and wobblingCrying, you scared to die you slobbinYou beggin for you lifeIm a give you somethin to make you feel alrightChorus
