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BROTHA LYNCH HUNG & C-BO
(It's) 187 on a motherfuckin' Niggas out of bounds should'a sWe banging by the book, got shot in the back, tryna get away, and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Buck these niggas, I'm a killer screamin' regime
Deep NAVI's with heat like the A-Team
And when my K scream, it's causin' nothin' but murder
Bucking these niggas makin' hate me
Yeah, nigga, we don't give a fuck, nigga we thug lords
Connected from Tech N9ne and touched for the thug war
Who got love for these niggas with no love
At all give a fuck guns clutched, only left a ball I know you heard of me wanna murder me
Cause I'm the nigga that cooked the bird (?) in the kitchen
Moms itchin' had the whole gang unwrappin' chickens
Nigga and we was headed for the jack strapped
With a fat gat, all my niggas down to rat-tat-tat-tat
West coast bad boys we was yellin'
Now West Coast Mafia regime and thug zellin' Nigga
(It's) 187 on a motherfucking Niggas out of bounds shoulda sWe banging by the book, got shot in the back, tryna get away, and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Try to get me for my scratch you can get your arm detached
If you try to rip me on a track I put you in a ziplock nap sack
Believe it I get Glocks at that price I'm like, Martini and Rossi
Asti Spumante alright niggas that kill 'em up on sight killa nigga night something with tinted widows dumpin' at you hit dump Compliments of South Sacramento you could ask lil zar or big zow
I'm a monster, I keep long gats like Charles Bronson
And I'm on some, put you in the trunk all fucked up and lonesome it's gon come Armageddon nigga my arms is sweating cause I been busting them model thangs see I'm good with the weapon plus...
I really don't like you nigga you whole crew can't bust and I felt that shit way back when you was down with us clown wit us used to smoke a pound wit us now I'm bound to cut you and your homies up nobody even heard your stuff said it's 187
187 me and C-Bo n Tech N9ne on yo bunker bunking with a Mac 11
(It's) 187 on a motherfuckin' Niggas out of bounds should'a sWe bangin' by the book, got shot in the back trying to get away and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Nigga to catch this nigga, I'm ready to peel one
Instead of the shoulders I gotta diss toward a niggas grill some
Vigilante and villain regime niggas come with steel guns
Get ready to sleep cause you tripped when you fuck with a villain
Which one of y'all motherfuckers said "fuck Tech N9ne!"
Shady Pacino, turned C-ho when I clutched that N9ne!
Me and my nigga C-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust that rhyme!
We can do it illegal so the evil'll give a fuck next time!
Nigga don't you ever spit my name
And thinking that shit's the same
Two thou we switched the game and spit the flame
"Allahu Akbar!" - is what I say before I buck y'all
Motherfuck busters like vell-Bacardi-yeah nigga had enough y'all
Get ready to suffer, kneel down, nigga-
Tech N9ne! Killer Klown, nigga
6 feet underground is where you're found, nigga
40 water would'a never did a song witcha if he knew the song-
Was about me, never make a million next time
Say my name, say my name, like destiny's children, bitch!
187 on a motherfucking Niggas out of bounds should'a sWe bangin' by the book, got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play