B.G. - 187 lyrics

[B.G.] I'm a young n***a, go by tha name B.G. Don't stunt, n***a, 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 b**h And if you stay.. it's trigga play Motherf**er, 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 n***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.. n***as tryin' ta.. get me k**ed But I done flipped.. tha f**in' 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** 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 n***as scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin' n***as 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 n***a, 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**in' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin' [Chorus: x 4] [B.G.] Duck.. n***a, duck 'Cause when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus Don't give a f** 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 n***as f**ed up don't know.. what to expect Cash Money liable to do anything next Fly around your set in a private jet Have your b**h 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 k**er.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball Seven figures.. me and my n***as.. we comin' up Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus Now we drainin'.. 'cause that 'caine in-side of our nose n***as 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 sh** if you want to I'll spin your corner You'se a goner