Brotha Lynch Hung - 187 On A Hook lyrics

I'ma let it be known that im with the force so n***a you know its on Oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone For the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang That n***a that n***a that gang bang no never that n***a that claim Yeah im a n***a eating Jesus brains I got the evil in my muthaf**in back and in my muthaf**in veins Wearing my black to creep, Momma told a muthaf**a he'd be dead in a week So n***a what? load me like a (12 5???) sale, Pa** the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank And while i hook em up proper I got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the n***as spleen Plus the barrel on my muthaf**in nine, lookin plus That n***a that n***a that runs them mothaf**as back I got you fiendin for a n***a like you fiend for crack Cause its like that (mo wiggita then a n***a get might packed???) Cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back So n***as know us brothas can't go out like that Sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya) Chorus: repeat 4X 187 on a n*gga n*gga n***a You know I had 2 Gat Ya [BLH] Yeah, picture your d**h, That n***a that siccness Figure to sick this, foo That n***a that rips (??? look at that n***a ) that siccness drops And as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop! That n***as be ducking from the buck shot See, f** it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes co*k So there it goes, not the average n***a The baby k**a, (???a rabies) Dealin that n***a maybe k**in that n***a that smooth way That mothaf**as ain't sh** to me White n***a, black trigga cracks every mothaf**as back Late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on The blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone Runnin a mothaf**a like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool But stealin on muthaf**as like a clepto Let no, other muthaf**as raise yo hood Half the mothaf**as smokin n***as like wood Got locked up with they co*k up, some other n***as a**hole But atleast my n***as had enough heart to blast though Now the duece ain't deep like 86 I'm solo, might as well see me on a crucifix The duece for age, baby k**in athiest For the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya) Chorus [BLH] Same ol fool, that n***a deep load, what up Ain't no doubt who runs the muthaf**a Cause every cut i drop is like a muthaf**in main (course??) (???) thats why i make so many corpse Cause when they hear that n***a that n***a that siccness drop My nine millimeter goes Pop! My sign going to creep them, Nightmare creeper millimeter meter Lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain Got n***az k**in n***az, just because im rappin insane Something like a manson mind, my n***a triple six (i got em doing a devil dance of mine) Leavin em only one chance to die and n***az wanna used a glock n***az wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down Yeah, with my 38 snotnose I got n***az crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes Lettin loose like Antonio Montana With a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six Brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix And when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back Cause i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya) Chorus 2X (You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)