[Hook: C-Bo] 2x
(It's) 187 on a motherf**in' hook
n***as out of bounds should'a shook
We banging by the book
Got shot in the back tryna get away
And to a WG it ain't nothing but gun play
[Verse 1: C-Bo]
Buck these n***as, I'm a k**er screamin' regime
Deep NAVI's with heat like the A-Team
And when my K scream, it's causin' nothin' but murder
Bucking these n***as making 'em hate me
Yeah, n***a, we don't give a f**, n***a we thug lords
Connected with Tech N9ne and touched for the thug war
Who got love for these n***as with no love
At all give a f** guns clutched, only left a ball
I know you heard of me ...wanna murder me
Cause I'm the n***a that cooked the bird (?) in the kitchen
Moms itchin' had the whole gang unwrappin' chickens
n***a and we was headed for the jack strapped
With a fat gat, all my n***as down to rat-tat-tat-tat
West coast bad boys we was yellin'
Now it's West Coast Mafia regime and thug zellin' n***a
[HOOK: C-Bo] 2x
(It's) 187 on a motherf**ing hook
n***as out of bounds shoulda shook
We banging by the book
Got shot in the back tryna get away
And to a WG it ain't nothing but gun play
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Try to get me for my scratch you can get your arm detached
If you try to rip me on a track I put you in a ziplock nap sack
Believe it I get Glocks at that price I'm like
Martini and Rossi Asti Spumante alright n***as that k** 'em up on sight k**a n***a night something with tinted widows dumpin' at you hit dump Compliments of South Sacramento you could ask lil zar or big zow
I'm a monster, I keep long gats like Charles Bronson
And I'm on some
Put you in the trunk all f**ed up and lonesome
It's gon come Armageddon n***a my arms is sweating cause I been busting them model thangs see I'm good with the weapon plus...
I really don't like you n***a you whole crew can't bust
And I felt that sh** way back when you was down with us clown wit us used to smoke a pound wit us
Now I'm bound to cut you and your homies up nobody even heard your stuff, said it's 187, 187
Me and C-Bo n Tech N9ne on yo bunker bunking with a Mac 11
[Hook: C-Bo] 2x
(It's) 187 on a motherf**ing hook
n***as out of bounds should'a shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the neck trying to get away
And to a WG it ain't nothing but gun play
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
n***a to catch this n***a, I'm ready to peel one
Instead of the shoulders I gotta diss toward a n***as grill some
Vigilante and villain regime n***as come with steel guns
Get ready to sleep cause you tripped when you f** with a villain
Which one of y'all motherf**ers said "f** Tech N9ne!"
Shady Pacino, turned C-ho when I clutched that N9ne!
Me and my n***a C-Bo Yuk Mezzole not only bust that rhyme!
We can do it illegal so the evil'll give a f** next time!
n***a don't you ever spit my name
And thinking that sh**'s the same
Two thou we switched the game and spit the flame
"Allahu Akbar!" is what I say before I buck y'all
Motherf** busters like vell-Bacardi-yeah n***a had enough y'all
Get ready to suffer, kneel down, n***a-
Tech N9ne! k**er Klown, n***a
6 feet underground is where you're found, n***a
40 water would'a never did a song witcha if he knew the song-
Was about me, never make a million next time
(say my name, say my name), like destiny's children, b**h!
[Hook: C-Bo] 2x
(It's) 187 on a motherf**ing hook
n***as out of bounds should'a shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the neck trying to get away
And to a WG it ain't nothing but gun play