[Hook 2x]
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind tore up f**in wit us, we let straps bust
[Brother Lynch]
21st Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few
Every night I used to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my strap
Cuz block n***as don't sock n***as they shoot n***as in the back
While you ain't lookin, yo livin get tooken, run up in yo living room
With choppers tryin to take out yo poppers, it's a f**ed up interlude
I was only 17 with a dream in a scheme
Apparently the gangsters took me under, no wonder
It must of been a gang bang thang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you roaches like dirty poachers
I may leave you in the game even if you broke sh**
Cuz I don't give a f** I put the quarter in the slot
And play the game until I see what I got, I let straps pop
If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so I pop fools
Never unsderstood em couldn't understand em and I'm not too
Down for half them bandits so I ran it the way I had to
Met him in the park after dark
And it took less than seconds for the 9 to spark the park
[Hook 2x]
[Brother Lynch]
See it's drastic, put yo body all up in plastic
We drag sh** to the river and deliver yo a** quick
We always bad kids didn't even like eachother that much
All we did was mean mug and put that 9 on the clutch
n***as could get touched, we touchin em up like Gerry Curls
Every girl was trippin we ripped em to the levy wit him
Said he earl like Earl the Pearl don't miss to often in a coffin
Yeah that's your new world, we keep it poppin
Automatics be knockin Garden Block beats
Cuz we the hardest knock on the streets
Jig CD's like rock on the streets
We ridin yo sh**, cuzz and we lovin you for it
You can't ignore it it's that rip sh**
That put you in the trunk half dead with yo wig split sh**
Live that sh** everyday, all day, every chance we get
And in the backyard we got pits that eat raw meat in tid bits
They just as Sicc I don't give a f** put the quarter in the slot
And play the game until I see what I got, I let gats pop
[Hook x2]
[Brother Lynch]
Come against me I look in yo face and I don't see nothin but hate
And even though you say you love me I'm still clinchin the weight
That's how it goes in this state where blue rags murder blue rags
And who lags get body bagged in Mazarati bags zipped with toe tags
It's so bad, see I don't know who to trust
Last time I trusted a n***a he came out with some stuff
He was talkin sh** about me, n***a and I didn't know what to do
So I keep that heat that'll eat like Cujo and that'll fold up ya crew
Like new clothes, I choose those n***as that carry 4-4's and do those
Things that'll put somethin cold up in yo toes
Ya whole body froze no matter you think I should kick it wit
I do it solo and that's it ... you trip
[Hook x 2]