-uhhh, n***as than f**ed up
-n***a, its time to roll
-pa** me them n***a chasers
-time to do a 187
-its time for a murder
-if you a g n***a, load your sh** up
Some n***a got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
And goin crazy, n***as can't phase me
If you come up short, n***as 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
n***as can't f** with me the set is f**in cloudy
Lay your a** face down on your stomach
You know you dead for f**in with my money
P don't take no sh**
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 b**h
You bust up my chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face d**h
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, n***a (roll down yo window)
Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by f** it i'm from the southside
To richmond, california n***as don't give a f**
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
n***as from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we g's
Who you be, what set you with
n***a do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for co*kroaches, 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 f** with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall b**h
There you go, just took a fall trick
When that no limit tank start hittin'
n***a them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like "the running man"
But if you ain't schwarzenegger, b**h this your last game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a f**, 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