VERSE 1 ]

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 wanna 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 coloured rags

I write about murder and death cause thats 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

Thats 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 everytime I leave my home

Havin these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome



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18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote

18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote--- blooooow



[ VERSE 2 ]

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 thats 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 everytime I get a chance G

Nuthin 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



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[ VERSE 3 ]

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 wit killers and I didn't even know

Wrestlin wit my homies as a youngster age 4

Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse

Writin to me monthly givin they homies sumtin 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 wanna 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 wit 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 thats the definition of the 187 that he wrote



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