Brotha Lynch Hung - 187 On 24th Street lyrics

(Chorus) 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 your mind tore up f**in' wit us We let straps bust X2 (Verse:1) 21st, 24th, and 29th Florin Road to Meadowview just to say a few Everynight I use to walk down the street drunk with a bottle in my strap 'Cuz Blocc n***az don't sock n***az they shoot n***az in the bacc Why you ain't lookin' you livin' get tooken Run up in your living room wit choppas tryin' to take out your parntas It's a f** up interlude(Interlude) I was only 17 with a dream in this scene Appaenetly the gangstas took me under No wonder it must've been a g**n-thang-and-a-slang-cane-gang Got to mantain brain on you roaches like dirty poaches I mean leave you in the gang even if you broke sh** I don't give a f** Put the quarter in the slot and play the game until I see what I got I let straps pop if I got too cuz the streets is hot too So I bop fools ever understood 'em even understand 'em and no not too Down for half 'em bandits so I ran it the away i had too Met him in the park after dark and it took less then a second for the nine to spark (Chorus) 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 your mind tore up f**in' wit us We let straps bust X2 (Verse:2) See it's drastic put your body all in plastic We drag sh** to the river and deliver your a** quick We all was bad kids didn't even like each other that much All we did was mean mug and put that nine on the clutch n***az can get touch We touchin' 'em up like jeri curls every girl was trippin' We rip'em to the levy wit'em???? Like Earl the Pearl don't miss to often in a coffin Yeah thats your new world we keep'em popin automatics be knoccin' Garden Blocc cuz we the hardest on the streets Jocc Cd's like rocc on the street We ridin your sh** cuz and lovin you for it And you can't ingore it that rip sh** That put you in the trunk hald-dead wit your wig split sh** We live that sh** every day all day every chance we get And in the backyard we got pit that eat raw meat ant tib bits we 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 gat's pop (Chorus) 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 your mind tore up f**in' wit us We let straps bust X2 (Verse:3) I look in your face and see nothing but hate And even though you love me I'm still clinchin' away That how it goes in the state where blue rags murder blue rags And hoot lags get body bags to Mazda rotary backseat toe tags It's so bad see i don't know who to trust Last time a trusted a n***a he came out wit sum stuff He was talkin' sh** about me n***a and I didn't know what to do So I keep that heat that eat like cujo That will fold up your whole crew Like new clothes I choose those n***az that 'ol carry for'-for' and do those Things that put some cold on your toes your whole body froze No matter who you think I should kicc it wit I do it solo end thats it(You Trip) (Chorus) 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 your mind tore up f**in' wit us We let straps bust X2