โหลดเพลง mp3 Time For A 187 (2005 Digital Remaster) - Master p

Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
Nigga, its time to roll
Pass me them nigga chasers
Time to do a 187

Its time for a murder

If you a G nigga, load your shit up

Some nigga got some bad ice cream
came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
and goin crazy, niggas can't phase me

If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies
This your final call, I mean your final breath
And when I hit you with that tech
I'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outie
Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy
Lay your ass face down on your stomach

You know you dead for fuckin with my money
P don't take no shit
Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7
Tryin to get paid
And lose these hoes in the dope game
Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man
Hustla, balla put you
in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager
And haul you
and when you call back you dead bitch
You bust up my Chevy and missed
now who you playin' with
It's time to face death
Last smoke, last dash you last jump
I'm a let you live, psyche
It's time for a 187 drive slow, dim the lights
I think I see the enemy time to do this
A 187 drive slow
I think I see the enemy dim the lights
A 187 time to do this
I think I see the enemy
roll down the window
This will be your last drink, nigga
roll down yo window
Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck
But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck
Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken
When we break you off that 44
face down cause it's danger
Niggas from the south
keep one up in the chamber
I mean we G's
Who you be, what set you with
Nigga do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for cockroaches
cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU
bullets in my vein
See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach
Eyes hella-red been up
all night countin drug money
But ready to roll with my homies
And after the party, once again its on G

It's time for a 187
drive slow
I think I see the enemy

A 187
roll down the window
I think I see the enemy
A 187
drive slow
I think I see the enemy
This will be your last drink, nigga
roll down yo window
I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers
That ain't gon' stop me from
takin your head off your shoulder
I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye
When you fuck with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall bitch
There you go, just took a fall trick
When that No Limit tank start hittin'
Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like The Running Man
but if you ain't Schwarzenegger
bitch this your last game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared
And when I catch you, you murdered

Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle
Got cho' head weaving and wobbling
Crying, you scared to die you slobbin
You beggin for you life
I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright
It's time for a 187 drive slow
I think I see the enemy time to do this
A 187 roll down the window
I think I see the enemy
A 187 time to do this
I think I see the enemy
It's time for a 187 drive slow
I think I see the enemy time to do this

A 187 drive slow
I think I see the enemy
This will be your last drink
Time For A (187 (2005 Digital Remaster) - Master p