Master P - Time For A 187 lyrics

-uhhh, n***as than f**ed up -n***a, its time to roll -pa** me them n***a chasers -time to do a 187 -its time for a murder -if you a g n***a, load your sh** up Some n***a got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough Bout to hit the window gats out the window And goin crazy, n***as can't phase me If you come up short, n***as bout to read daisies This your final call, i mean your final breath And when i hit you with that tech i'm bout to put you to rest I'm crazy, psycho and outie n***as can't f** with me the set is f**in cloudy Lay your a** face down on your stomach You know you dead for f**in with my money P don't take no sh** Everyday all day i'm breakin bread 24/7 Tryin to get paid And lose these hoes in the dope game Cause i be crazy, psycho call me the murder man Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager And haul you, and when you call back you dead b**h You bust up my chevy and missed now who you playin' with Its time to face d**h Last smoke, last dash you last jump I'ma let you live, psyche Chorus: It's time for a 187 (drive slow, dim the lights) I think i see the enemy (time to do this) A 187 (drive slow) I think i see the enemy (dim the lights) A 187 (time to do this) I think i see the enemy (roll down the window) This will be your last drink, n***a (roll down yo window) Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide Did a drive-by f** it i'm from the southside To richmond, california n***as don't give a f** But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck Get you nose swollen, i mean your neck broken When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger n***as from the south keep one up in the chamber I mean we g's Who you be, what set you with n***a do you know me If you don't you dead Ain't no love for co*kroaches, cause roaches get sprayed And ain't no fear in my heart cause i'm tru, bullets in my vein See my tattoo, tru cross my stomach Eyes hella-red been up all night countin drug money But ready to roll with my homies And after the party, once again its on g Chorus I'm gone off that doja, i think i see dem' rollers That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shoulder I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye When you f** with mine's you gotta die And if your name get scratched off the wall b**h There you go, just took a fall trick When that no limit tank start hittin' n***a them gats start spittin, good riddance You better run like "the running man" But if you ain't schwarzenegger, b**h this your last game That beam at your forehead I don't give a f**, you can't run from the infrared And when i catch you, you murdered Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle Got cho' head weaving and wobbling Crying, you scared to die you slobbin You beggin for you life I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright Chorus