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1. _ Dumpin' Em In Ditches
Ratta to the motherfuckin' tat is how I stomp this
Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness
Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac
I do a 1-8-7 with this motherfuckin' glock
Shot you in the body
Had to break the gat off in his ass at the party, nigga
Crazy as fuck, I thought you knew me
Quick to put the bullets up in the motherfuckin' Uzi, bitch
A OG nigga, so I gotta G-O and creep slow
And get this nigga while he's steppin out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherfuckin' gat sang
A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock
Got my shit on cock 'cause my slang don't stop
In the darkness I ain't the nigga who's slippin'
I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen
And watch these niggas scream like bitches
I break 'em off somethin' proper
And dump they ass in ditches
[Chorus]
1-8-7, dump the niggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin' bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches
Engrave my name on the motherfuckin' hollow tip
A autograph from the nigga, killer, lunatic
Thirteen for the birdy, fuckin' him in the game
When I get my hands dirty, nigga
You want to squab with the nina
Comin' up, want to gat you with this trigger happy finger, bitch
Still whoopin a nigga ass with some St. Ide's
Jealous niggas be wantin' to gat me because they can't rise
I sell my shit wherever I want to sell my shit
I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little bitch
Cause a nigga ain't soft
I fuck around and break every nigga in your hood off
Somethin' proper 'cause I can't be caught slippin'
Seven in the mornin cookin keys in my kitchen
Here comes the pig bangin on my door
Screamin' some shit about that 5.0
They must of seen me kill that man and run off in a hurry
Left the cola and the gats and the money 'cause a nigga done
[Chorus]
187 erupt, another motherfuckin' walk by in your hood
I broke a gat in his ass because it's all good
And now the boys in blue want to come after
The motherfuckin' East Bay gangster murder master!
I'ma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin' me around
Fuckin' off my indo high
Pigs don't notice shit, 1-87 is the nigga you're fuckin' with
When I was young I used to get my gun
Fuck with the G.T.A and bust at they ass for fun
Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
I'm fucked till I crank it
Then I'm one hundred and eighty seven thousand G
With a warrant on head, layin' d-e-a-d
My chrome gat shined like a sword
One motherfucker sent off to the morgue
[Chorus]
Yeah nigga, straight motherfuckin' G's in nine-tre
My nigga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherfuckin' Extra Large
187 Fac dumpin motherfuckers in ditches in nine-tre
You know what I'm sayin'?
E-A-SKI, CM motherfuckin' T, you know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas straight doin it, gangsta shit
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2. _ Face Of A Desperate Man
Smellin' stale fresh out the county jail
Coppers gave me hell in a cell
But now its Mo' Murder to make mail
They thought my heart was playin' life at a different pitch
But I stick to the scrip
Dump a snitch in a ditch
Its 94 I came to be fuckin' around
Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down
The only way I gets my mail is to be off in your ass
With a AK or a Uzi screamin'
Give me your cash nigga
So back to fuck on up
Cause can't nobody stop this nigga to sellin' a D that's raw and uncut
Fuckin' over fiends
Laughin in their faces sellin' "soap" to niggas can die anyday
Niggas come showed off in them jacks G
Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat
We never thought that they would get him
My nigga was like a soldier we'd never knew that the bullet hit him
Thought to myself was cocaine with my homie's life
He picked the crime Do or Die now he pays the price
To look in struggle on his face with his Gat in his hand
My nigga died
With the face of a desperate man
[Chorus: x2]
So we can tear this face
We can tear this face
The face of a desperate man, Gyeah-man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So we can tear his face when him smokin the endo
Butabyebye
Check motherfuckin' 1 check 1-2
I gotta gets my mail that's what I gotta do
And don't nobody run up on me
Cause Franklin and Grant is my only motherfuckin' homie
I made a deal with the devil and sold my soul
Through about O.E. and fourteen-years old
Young hog ass nigga never ever saw of
Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my brolls of
And all the youngsters sneakin pass the bottle
Because the G's, pimps and hustlers was the motherfuckin' role model
And every time we had a house party
Was just the chance for a nigga to see another nigga's dead body
And nobody stayed around for sequels
Cause the nigga that was bustin' was spreadin' bullets around equal
Now they mobbin'
I'm seein' sparks hearin' shots
Pistol's popped
Another motherfucker flopped
On the ass first up by the 44
Flatline ambulance put him in the door
Loud screams from his homies yellin' Imma smoke 'em
Feelin bad 'cause his partners on blood joke 'em
A touchin scene niggas screamin' in the rain
Looked in his homeboy's face
His homie said his name
Now he'd be lookin' for that nigga with the Gat and
Ready for that Redrum
With the face of a desperate man
[Chorus]
94 is gettin' hot style nigga
I gotta watch my shit mug on my face nigga ?? dog mean bitch
I'm muggin' every nigga that be walkin by
Is it true can his hand be quicker than my eye
I'm wonderin if I gotta pull out my steel
Cause motherfuckers they can feel me they will look at me real
So, flow to the motherfuckin' 4
If I have to let 'em know not to play me like a hoe
Cause I sticks to the G code
I unloads the clizip and ease on down the road
1 and 1 Spice only
I do my dirt about my motherfuckin' lonely (by myself nigga)
[Chorus]
Ninety four
Spiggedy 1 with up on that ass
Yeah
Mean muggin' every nigga that ride by
Face of a desperate man nigga
I gots to gets mine
So if you try to take my shit
Quick to bust a cap in that ass
Ninety four
Blow
Formally like that
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3. _ Playa Man
[Chorus]
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man
Can you love a playa man baby
Can you really love a playa man
I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger
Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants sagin'
I smokin' on some of that Crush nasty with a G limp
It's the born to die the S-P-I
Playa status since an OG since Lee High
Sportin' a G hat with the short brim
Mr. giggity-gangsta hustler baller
Whatever you want to calla
Straight playa up in this game
Puttin' it down for all ya haters
Killin' 'em softly raisin' 'em off me
Keepin' it real so they can't fade me
Up in the 9-sick
I kick back and roll a Vega up
Rollin with the Hennesy
Champagne and Remmy up in my cup
Livin' like a baller but I'm still a G
Soakin' up game in the East Bay street
Stackin' that fetti S-P-I-see-E
[Chorus]
The game is deeper than Atlantis
So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon
You swimmin' at your own risk
'cause in the bay ain't no parana
But you can get your body ate up
When you get to flossin up in that Lexus potna
Look what the tied washed in
That's what the people say
Spiggity One straight OG up out the dirty bay
Straight out the water
Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum
So come on, come one and come on dem all
And watch them bodies fall
S-P-I-see-E comin' with that hard to kill a blow!
Smile in your face all the while they want to take your place
I was strapped with a gun case
But now I'm back out on the paper chase
Spittin' ?'em game
And I'm usin' my mouth piece like Ron O'Neil
The G from back in the day
They always say I spit the real
Keepin' these haters out of my pockets
And always watchin' my spine
The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine
[Chorus]
S-P-I-C-E be stackin' fetti fetti
See I be stackin' ballin'
Since way way back in the day
The bay area
My play area
Ain't no crips or bloods
But if you cross game then I'm gone carry ya
Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think
Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa
Poppin' the cork on champagne
Hundred dollars a bottle
We roll in benzes and coups as if we won Lotto
Don't let me hear you talk bad about a playa name
'cause if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same
[Chorus]
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4. _ They Just Don't Know
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5. _ Welcome To The Ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets of California
5-0 find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommies on her knees she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
People look ashamed it's been life this fo' years
Bloody sheets on her body face wet from her mama's tears
She couldn'ta been over 4-5
And if mommy wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin' each other's lives
And goin' to REST IN PEACE
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
Seein' dope fiends livin' off can goods
15 niggas on the corner
And niggas die young in California
5-0 'll get a dope case and flaunt it
Have your ass on "America's Most Wanted"
But I don't slang or either gang-bang
And though my old school homies do the same thang
I still got love 'cause you gotta live
So you can give
And raise a family G
But you gotta do your best slangin D-O-P-E
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life) ??
[Chorus: x4]
Welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life)
From across the seas comes cocaine
But you never seen a black man fly the plane
Look at the news:a young black death
Was it drug related,take a guess
I flash when I look in the mirror black
Cause my reflection is a 9 millimeter Gat
I think about genocide
And have thoughts of my homies who died
Everybody back stabbin
But I ain't the one to talk I'm into gafflin'
Death gives a shit about your color
But yet I see mo dead young brothas
I'm goin' crazy out here
Seein' 24 brothas die by the end of the year
And I still gotta deal with the 5-0
And I stopped sellin' dope in 9-0
But if I came to it
I probably still do it
Put a Nine in my draws get straight to it
I hope that I never see the day
That I get 20 years for a cake
B-K-A as a key
So open up the door for the mo money
But I ain't gotta do that G
Cause I'm down with the F-A to the see to the you to the L-T-why
G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I-see-E make niggas feel like jello
And welcome to the ghetto
(Welcome hard up with it to my life)
[Chorus: x4]
[Repeat: x7]
Welcome to the ghetto
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6. _ Strap on The Side
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7. _ 187 Pure
I once knew a nigga named Endo Weed
Used to hang out with killers slang Ice and Speed
Speed had a little bitch named Mary Jane
Who had a brother named Coke and he carried a cane
Coke and Endo two big macks
Coke had a grenade, told Endo catch
Doin' it just for fun best friends don't gank
You catch 'em kickin' it at the park a lot fuckin' with Dank
Dank was real just a hardcore nigga
Shot his bitch up 'cause she drank all the liquor
Seen him at the park drinkin' 40's last week
Did a drive-by on some niggas in a Jeep
He shot up Heroin and P.C.P.
Some niggas from a clique called L.S.D.
These niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie
Two midget ass gangsters both strapped both nuttey
One had the nine and the other had the 4-5
When they did a ht it took 'em both to drive
Didn't use nothin' fast like a Vette or a Jag
Did a drive-by in the mothafuckin' drop top Zig-Zag
Coke and his sister Mary Jane
On Marijuana block drinkin' 40's to the brain
And wadn't trippin' off the gunshots
Cause on Marijuana block no one calls the cops
The mothafuckin' murder rap got you keyed for sure
Cause it's 187 PURE- check it out
Endo smoked 'em all
Sesame street, where Coke pimped ho's with a glass pipe
And got paid green at midnight
Wadn't no more Hennessey
So the cops had ta roll up Sess. for me
Officer Taylor with the high beams
Talkin' that gang shit strapped with a dope screen
Ran up on Coke and Jane
Fucked up Coke and beat him down with his own cane
Said you better quite fuckin' with Dank
Cause if you don't I'll turn your ass to crank
And smashed off on a speedball
Cause he just got the Doobie brothers drive-by call
Dank hit the corner something caught his eye
That sexy ass black bitch Chocolate Tye
She was thick and rich, bitch couldn't be cuter
Had nice brown eyes and a big round budda
Took her to the 'tel didn't pull no stunts
Told the bitch he was fuckin', the nigga was quite blunt
The mothafuckin' murder rap got ya keyed for sure
Cause it was 187 PURE- check it out
This is your brain on, Endo smoked 'em all
Ss ss cof, god damn Ss ss this that real shit, damn
Cof, cof, cof, cof god damn boy
Where the fuck you get this from, 73rd, Shit
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8. _ Ni**a Sings The Blues
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9. _ Jealous Got Me Strapped
Spice here's go them niggas yo
Hit that shit hit that shit.
We all niggas going down where the fuck ya all going down.
Damn ain't this a bitch ya all got me fucked up
On this ol' playa haten ass shit.
Know what I'm sayin'?
Understand me?
When I was broke you all niggas didn't give a fuck
If I was pissin' on myself or shittin' off tha Bay Bridge nigga.
Now you in my mothafuckin' mix talkin' that ol' crazy shit,
That's alright 'cause I'm gonna bust a cap in that ass.
Me and Pac goin' let you know about
That ol' playa haten ass shit though.
Ya see these jealous muthafuckas
That be playin me G
Like a sucka ass nigga see
That ain't feeling me
It ain't easy
To kill a G
A mothafuckin' playa
From tha F, A, to tha see
Back stabbers in tha mothafuckin' place
Smilin' in my face
I got my hand on my gun
'cause they got me on tha run
Spice mutha fucin' One
I'm for leavin' bodies numb
I'm a G muthafucker
Can't you see
I'm a G
Rollin' deep
With my phat fo-fo uzi
I comes with a big phat gat
And hollow point clip
And quick
To be a soldier
By my shit
So nigga
Don't try no mo' shit
No ho shit
'cause when I was broke
Nigga didn't give a fuck
About my statis
Now that I'm at this
I'm loced out
And livin' lavish
So fuck tha gun control
About ta bust a cap nigga
'cause tha jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Now niggas know that tha jealous got me strapped
Stepping close to the edge
I got tha cops and tha feds on my back
And there's no way that I'm giving up
I rather bury you bitches
'cause ain't no to marks gonna worry my riches
If I catch yo ass in traffic (hum)
You betta pull for ya pistol an open fire
Or get blasted (Booo Yahh!)
I'll be damned if I drop
It don't stop
I'm boxin' muthafuckaz with my glock
A skinny ass neva had a penny ass nigga
I figure my Mashfurd pump will show them punks who's bigger (Blah)
And even if I did fall, I'll still ball
I'm bustin' muthafuckers with my back against the wall
Till these jealous ass bitches kill me
I'll be thugin' like a muthafucker
Nigga feel me
And ain't no time for mistakes
So homies watch ya back
'cause these jealous ass tricks got me strapped
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Homie ya know if I don't be runnin' with my strap
Then I might get blasted
Get blasted or blast
That's how I'm livin'
So I blast and blast the bastard
I can't be worried about no jail time
'cause niggas they tryin' ta take my head
I can't have shit if a nigga dead
So I bust back
And break the bitch niggas off propa
With a four-four take nine a chopper
And try and decapitate a niggas arms from with his shoulders
These jealous niggas don't know they fuckin' around with a soldier
I don't be slippin'
So nigga don't wait for me ta fall
And if I got enough
A hallow tip will smoke 'em all, y'all
Envious niggas prepare to fly off ya feet
'cause I'm comin' with some mothafuckin' heat
Playa, so keep ya aim straight
And hit a nigga on tha first shot
'cause I'm a be tryin' ta make your mothafuckin' heart stop
And don't be screamin' out for your family bitch
'cause it was your choice
That we jump into this gangsta shit
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
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10. _ That's The Way Life Goes
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11. _ Trigga Gots No Heart
The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga)
The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga)
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no secondary shorts and
Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II Society mad man killer
Just call me the East Bay Gangsta
Neighborhood drug dealer
Quick to make decisions and I'm
Quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
Tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, gangsta
Slangin' 'Cola since the very very start
Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
(gunshot)
Release the trigga as I blast on a nigga
Nina put a cease on his Timex ticker
And uh playas he can't give me no love
'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya better use that Nina
'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
And um I'm taking up a hobby
Maniac murderin' doin' massacre robbery
I'm twenty-two and I'm still slangin' dub sacks
I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back
Much love in this game ain't no love gangsta
187 is a art 'cause the trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick
Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
If he no give my pay
Ain't no love trick
Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
If he no give my pay
Ain't no love trick
The trigga gots no heart
And I'll be damned if I'm broke old
Pushin' on a shoppin' cart
They blast on a friend of me
Another sad case of a mistaken identity
12 O' clock and my 'hood's dubbin' pay back
I sat and watched them shoot my homey
Seen his face crack
Uzis spray like Raid on these cockroaches
A dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen in his body left the boy full
Of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my hair platt and let my mail stack
But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart
His posse came and they triggas had no heart
Me kill all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact
Is back in the house man for nine-trey
This here see kill a man with me Glock
BLOW! 187 thousand G
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12. _ 187 He Wrote
I'm tryin' to keep my aces and my deuces all together
I'm thinkin' of self-murder I know I won't live forever
This chronic got me noid I need to get a job
But instead I want to sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb
I'm wakin up in the morning thinkin' of death as I break out in a cold sweat
I'm havin dreams of a whole family put to rest
Visions of a dead man body bags
And all the youngsters gettin' their cap peeled over colored rags
I write about murder and death 'cause that's all in the hood
Comin' up strong while in crack yo G its all good
Describin' a way of life that they don't understand G
So Imma keep breakin' it down until dey understand me
You see its real G and jealousy it roam my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic glock
Cause if they want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if its worth sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it
My mother thinks I'm goin' crazy
And when I leave the house she just stares out the window
I think I'm being followed every time I leave my home
Havin' these fatal thoughts of gettin' chrome to my dome
[Chorus]
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow
Did things up in the past that I regret at 22
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm livin' well as you
Its good to be alive in 93 I guess that so
But if I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go
I guess I'm just a soldier with a song out of the streets black
Stressin' of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed
Sleep walkin' with my pistol in the middle of the night
Wakin up inside my hooptie holdin' my glock full of fright
Violent in this art that's only because its comin' from a G to the heart
Got friends that have died and I mourn for their families
Bringin' flowers to dey graves every time I get a chance G
Nothin' like a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong doin' dirt doin' good
And now I know inside I'll never see my boy again
I fie myself always pour brew out fo my friends
[Chorus]
I'm keepin' all my pictures from my homies up in jail
If I told you what dey did it will problably turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't even know
Wrestlin' with my homies as a youngster age four
Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly givin they homies somethin' to rap about
Tell me do my music and don't trip off what dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might just be in there one day
Some stayed about the big house and still slangin' yay
And now dey stayin' under diction of feds everyday
Tryin to wash their money they want to go on tour G
Gettin' into the business learn about the industry
Try to help 'em out doin' everythang I can
I still gotta worry bout the next jealous man
My homies gettin' robbed so they rob somebody else
You can see it never stops let that story tell itself
I'm walkin' with my head down pervin' in the rain
Thinkin' deep askin' myself am I insane
I think about that daily and I'm leavin' on that note
And that's the definition of the 187 that he wrote
[Chorus]
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13. _ 187 Proof
Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
You can tell that the East Bay was his home
More mail than the rest of the pushers,
'cause he's got a tech nine in the bushes
And that's how the shit was handled,
First name Jack, last name Daniels
Had two boys named E and J,
E had the nine and J the AK
Clocked on a street called Hennessey,
Robs with a mother fucker named O.E.
E had a bitch and her name was Gin,
Had a nigga named Juice doin' time in the pen
You couldn't tell that Gin was a bitch though,
'cause she was fuckin' some nigga named Cisco
E and J knew tonight they'd come
With two fat niggas named Bacardi and rum
The cap jacks hoe and the sight was scary,
The bitch was all bloody and her name was Mary
Officer Martini wiped up the body,
And all fingers pointed at Rum and Bacardi
E and J told Jack the hotel,
So Jack tried to bail Juice out of the jail
But ol' E had the judge on the payroll clout,
So Jack shot the judge up and rolled Juice out
Now everybody's talking 'bout Gin and Juice,
Juice shot Gin 'cause the bitch was loose
Now E is shook thinkin' they ain't gonna get me,
I'll round up the posse and call up Mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold 8 balls,
Had ninety nine niggas up against the wall
E and J found out he made the call
So E and J and Jack and Juice nined them all
They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill,
Got the money from the bitch reckless Strawberry Hill
Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn't survive,
But Mickey was slick he had a Colt forty five
And now he's wonderin' how he got the word,
It was the neighborhood wino Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice,
It was a hundred and eighty-seven proof,
Check it out
Mickey sent St. Ides after Thunderbird,
Time for the Hurricane he said word
Thunderbird in an alley waitin',
Wearin' a beanie, tryin' to get a sip from the cop Mr Martini
St. Ides screwed off Thunderbird?s top,
Spilled his drank and gave a swig to the cop
But it's too late Martini knows it all,
Mickey and his boy OD were slangin' 8 balls
Of cocaine to the strawberries on the hill,
So when he asked for Juice he got a quick fill
Mickey had his boy on Bourbon Blocks,
The murderous cop killer Mr Peppermint Schnapps
Mickey had this thing about nosey cops
And it made Mr Peppermint lose his top
Martini off duty waitin' for the Night Train,
Didn't know his wife Champagne would never see him again
Peppermint Schnapps creepin' with the Colt 45,
Gotta peel his cap before the train arrives
Gotta stay low in Broward here comes the train
All the boys said the engineers Bartles and Jaymes
There was a toot from the train and then a gun blast,
Martini fell on the ground there was a big splash
Mr Schnapps got up because the cops chased him,
St. Ides and Mickey in a 'vette ready in front of the station
But you know Jack and Juice was undercover,
And Jack was mad be 'cause Mickey shot his lover
There was big shootout and Mickey got juiced,
He couldn't hang with the 1-8-7 proof
Juice was splattered and St. Ides had took a fall,
And then Endo smoked 'em all
Check it out!
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14. _ Mobbin
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15. _ Thug In Me
Yeah, I heard niggas out here talking major shit you dig
But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his motherfuckin' ass
[Chorus]
Niggas be muggin' me, Don't show no love for me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now when I walk on by, niggas be muggin' me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now if your hoe come knockin' at my door, she
Must want a thug ass nigga for sure
Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper
Twenty four motherfuckin' seven, a nigga havin' it major
Now we can do this like playas
Or we can hop into some gangsta shit
Niggas be tryin' to clown, when your bailin' with your bitch
I almost fell, gettin' up out the car but see
I had to pistol whip the nigga because he knows who we are
We the niggas with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds
Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller
She fucked with the shot caller now
Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigga
Poppin' collars, and at the same time clockin' dollars
Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night
And when a nigga goes to your jar you don't attempt to fight
You playa hate daily, talkin' the shit on the ace
But you a bitch 'cause you never talk the shit to my face
[Chorus: x2]
I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy
Heavy in the game
But about four five different ghetto names
I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart
I can't be changed I've been breaking these niggas down from the start
I'm hearing shit up in the streets man, niggas is crazy
I've been serving them dope fiends on that block
Since you was babies
And the world is yours, nigga you can have it all
But if you talk bad on this G ass nigga you'll take a fall, blaow
How many hoes want a nigga that get his ass kicked
Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back
I ain't the type to let no nigga jack me
Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy
[Chorus: x2]
I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin' right back
I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin' the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, 'cause I ain't the baller
Who be out there slippin'
She understands niggas be playa hatin' so she ain't trippin'
Saggy pants G-braids but nigga still out to get paid
I'm keepin' my mind up on my money and all my money is made
Shadetree niggas be tryin' to get in my mix
Conflicts, forty caliber cliques when I be burying tricks
She seen me knock niggas out now I do walk bys
Now I put faulty ass niggas between them chalk lines
See everybody be lookin' when I be bailin', trailin' indo smoke
See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin'
And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day
But sucka ass niggas be all up in my way
You're secure don't you worry bout a thang
I got these two twin glocks and when they cocked this is what they say
[Chorus: x2]
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16. _ East Bay Gangsta
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17. _ 1990-Sick
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18. _ Ain't No Love
Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love
Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love in this game
No, no, ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love
Ain't no love in this game
I used to hustle street corners back in 1986
Slangin Yayo by the dub, me and E-Bay in the mix
Only sixteen, slangin' rocks on a sub, two 'o' clock in the mornin'
We watchin' under, see the coppers kept their creep on
But we was ready, didn't slip or slide or sleep on
The game was dare, you could be here today and gone tomorrow
Partner, see you gotta try to survive, the system failure, house of people
Money is the root to evil that we possess inside our arson minds
That's why so many of my homies dyin'
Crack floods communities will we flex the green harsh look
In the face of what we call reality, dead partners and clips
Pictures and bullet shells on grave sites
Got me thinkin' about my crazed life
What would I be, when I think that it's a shame
Cause my trigger gots no heart homie and ain't no love in this game
Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love
Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love in this game
No, no, ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love
Ain't no love in this game
I watched the po-po roll on and chase my partner
See, my homie's get stood on fool, by the coppers
See the, Herion addicts and fiends walkin' the city streets
Not even wantin' to care about what their children eat
But see there's Doggy-Doggs, be a hog
Young player maintain to keep ya brain, like it ain't fool
Gotta do what ya gotta do, roll with a crew if you got to
But keep your game true, cause see them haters out there bad
Talkin' about they want to jack a young player for all his cash
Better watch your back in '95 on the real
Them youngsters out there drugged on that high package steel
And can't nobody tell them nothin' about their life
Cause their daddy beat their mama and their mama on the pipe
When will the sticky situation change, like I told you before homie
There ain't no love in this game
Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love
Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love in this game
No, no, ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love
Ain't no love in this game
My homie mama almost died and had a stroke
When we told her that her little baby boy was left in smoke
We all shed in tears cause they did him cold
I know if he was here, we would all be smokin' like a Roach stall
Light up the blunt and crack the top off of the Yat
But all the Chronic in the world can't bring my homie back
I'm missin all the times that we got drunk and fell out on the floor
Both at the back of a squad car straight cappin' on the po-po
And that's a cryin shame, damn, there ain't no love in this game (*echoes*)
Ain't no love, I'm tellin' you ain't no love
I'm tellin' you ain't no love in this game
No, no, it ain't no happy phase
You know that's right to say the place
Ain't no love in this game
It ain't no happy thing
You know there's pointin' it to blame
Ain't no love in this game
It ain't no happy phase
You know that's right seed ain't the blame
Ain't no love in this game
It ain't no happy phase
You know that seed no ain't the blame
Ain't no love in this game, no
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