Tommy Wright III - 187 In Progress lyrics

Who gone be a victim in this motha f**in' house of pain Dead lock, the gun is already co*ked so now your body gone drop Its just another n***a we gone have to pack some bags for Send his a** to heaven, 211, turned into 187 Told em from the jump that n***as from four corners poppin' trunks But he didn't believe us so we had to leave him in the dust Plus that's how that sh** gone go in f**in' with some k**er dubs n***as that serve the most time are them n***as that pop the most slugs So i'm gonna follow in the footsteps of them real OGs Leave a n***a stankin' after hanging him from a f**in' tree Try to f** with me? i'm on these streets myself to f** with you f** your crew, i'm on a mission to execute a lemon or two A n***a got your back, not to help you but to shoot you fool! Ain't no use in ducking cus these buckshots made for n***as like you Spreading over your back and your skull to a bloody mess Its too late to break cus its 187 in progress n***a 187 what the f** that mean n***a that mean your a** is getting capped blast you took off the map Process of elimination Ain't no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoes I just wanna ride your bows Straight from four corners pimpin' bill you can't come in bro Listen to the sounds from that gauge fill your heart with fear You know you can't f** with me, OG straight from pimpin' B Dre with that LTD, done it with that box Chevy Mike with that screw driver, he poppin' cars, snatching beepers Grind getting buried in the Chevy cheefin' on that reefer Keep a low profile cus my style is a cover up Coming with them rifles, f** a pistol now your a** f**ed up One man gang, Tommy Wright, STP gone end this mess Its too late to break, cus its 187 in progress n***a (Sick Keyboard Beat) Bodies drop, bodies drop Die n***a die n***a die n***a die n***as droppin', triggers co*kin' Feel that fire from the endo i'm high Creepin' up slow with no clue what i'm doin' Cus k**ers and dealers go with the cap pillars Where stealing and dealing is done by the villains Where selling them d** is done by the thugs Flocking knockin' socks off, never soft Do a crime, gotta bail, focused as hell, they know me too well, imma scuffle my trail Sneaking deefing' leaving from the scene real fast, punched the gas Bloody mask on my face, i can never come back to this place No remorse, pow pow! to your dome, with this chrome Put that tone, in my hand my fingers got a mind of its own Duck n***a duck duck, talk that sh** now back it up Grab em up, drag em up, smack em up, now jack em up Tie em up, leave em strapped You and your n***as commence the cap Do em' in, call a friend, come on by and shoot em again Ain't no bullsh** as i make this population less Its too late to break cus its 187 in progress