B.G. - 187.9 FM lyrics

I'm a young n***a, go by the 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: x4] It's gon' be 187 after 187 It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11 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: x4] 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) 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: x6] 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 gonner