187 On A Hook (Explicit)

You say that I'm toughest you say that I'm the one

No matter the category can't compare me to none

The boy say he hooder than me no he lying

He wanna be hooder than me then n***a keep trying

You know where I'm from and I don't carry a rag

And all the s**t that I've done and I don't care to brag

And when it come to beef I take it by the slab

Make the P***y retreat and all I throw is a jab

I represent the streets my little homies in the ave'

Come around stunting and they'll take what you have

Put it in the bag jury in the cask

Once you lose your respect there goes your ghetto pass

Be a dead man walking all you gotta do is try 'em

Turn a n***a into shark meat I bet they'll never find 'em

Call me the boogeyman I'm always behind 'em

Forty or the four-five or tek-nine 'em

I can here you screaming murder

Murder murder

187and it's murder

Murder

C-BO and WC we know

Then they give a n***a life cause it's murder

Murder

I can here you screaming murder

Murder murder

1-8-7and it's murder

Murder

All I hear all I am all I know

Then they give a n***a life cause it's murder

Murder

I can here you screaming murder

Niggas be yelling they all in

Blue when the police come around you niggas be talkin'

That's why I stroll slow solo

Police reports is a no-no I talk with the fo-fo

Dubcudda lie you in your casket

Sock the lenses out your designer glasses

The west of the imperial gun with no serial

O-G but keep it H-double-O-D to the O-D

Niggas can't f**k with me but f**k with me

And I literally bury you bastards

Leave you chest down with your head backwards

I stay strapped so get it understood

Before this rap shit I was f**king with the hood

Them other niggas rappers dub is the server

The opposite of death loc I live for the murder

You know the G-code 1-8-7is the penal

Dub and C-BO

Ya I'm rolling through the hood with the strap on me

When I see this n***a I'm'ma kidnap homie

Duct tape clap it's a grand rap homie

Then toss him off in the river just like that homie

Born killas nine milli's that handle mine

Play with me you play with your life and I don't gamble mine

I'm from a set where we wet 'em just for their shoe strings

You might think it's f**ked up but this is how do things

South side Sacramento don't stop in it

The maniac deuce nine the block get it

When it come to the lick we like to forty things

And I've been ali baba ever since the hood caughted me

Bandannas and big cannons we f**king g's

Ak's and banana clips for the enemies

So go hard or n***a just go the f**k home

If you ain't putting bodies in the bag then get the f**k home