187 - Lyrics - B.g.

[B.G.] I'm a young ***, go by tha name B.G. Don't stunt, ***, my K hold fifty And I will use, in a minute you six feet I refuse to lose, I issue blues It'll be no clues When I strike, you lose I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes Your issue's.. where I hang You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand You ain't no man You get ran.. off tha set... like a *** And if you stay.. it's trigga play Motherf**ker, you get split And once it's on, it's on, you all in I'm comin' full force after tha hissin' Stay off tha block.. 'cause everyday I spin tha ben Without a grin Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end Just me and my girlfriend We out to win Still got ki's for ten I get from B Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T. After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep I front a *** Tried to play me, ain't playin' me Thought it was all gravy He got his issue (Chorus4x [B.G.]) It's gon' be 187 after 187 It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11 [Juvenile] They got a lot of.. *** tryin' ta.. get me killed But I done flipped.. tha f**kin' script.. and played it real Now I'm dippin'.. an Expidition.. around tha corner And can do.. just about.. whatever I want I'm money-rollin'.. and it's legal And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin' Me and Dougie.. f**k in (?), and showin' us in It's like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it's on again I know it's showin'.. how *** scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin' *** knowin'.. now they hoin'.. to me for offers I can't holla.. don't have no powder.. until tomorrow But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow ***, go You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen Now you step in.. my f**kin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin' (Chorus4x) [B.G.] Duck.. ***, duck 'cause when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus Don't give a f**k who in tha way It's on you.. when I spray Whoever hit, look here, it's on you Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown *** f**ked up don't know.. what to expect Cash Money liable to do anything next Fly around your set in a private jet Have your *** next to me in a Corvette Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom) [Juvenile] We showcasin', bodies erasin'.. we want it all Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball Seven figures.. me and my ***.. we comin' up Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus Now we drainin'.. 'cause that 'caine in-side of our nose *** playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know (Chorus6x) [B.G.] Juvenile and tha B.G. Juvenile and tha B.G. Juvenile and tha B.G. Represent tha U.P.T. Tha H.B., uh-huh Juvenile and tha B.G. Represent Cash Money Juvenile and tha B.G. Playa haters can't fade me You can talk that *** if you wanna I'll spin your corner You'se a gonner