-Uhhh, n***** than f***** up
-n****, its time to roll
-Pass me them n**** chasers
-Time to do a 187
-Its time for a murder
-If you a G n****, load your s*** up
Some n**** got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
and goin crazy, n***** can't phase me
If you come up short, n***** 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
n***** can't f*** with me the set is f***** cloudy
Lay your a** face down on your stomach
You know you dead for f***** with my money
P don't take no s***
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 b****
You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face death
Last smoke, last dash you last jump
I'ma let you live, psyche
[Chorus:]
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, n**** (roll down yo window)
Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by f*** it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, California n***** don't give a f***
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
n***** from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we G's
Who you be, what set you with
n**** do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for c***roaches, 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
[Chorus]
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 f*** with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall b****
There you go, just took a fall trick
When that No Limit tank start hittin'
n**** them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like "The Running Man"
but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, b**** this your last game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a f***, 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 s*****n
You beggin for you life
I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright
[Chorus]
-n****, its time to roll
-Pass me them n**** chasers
-Time to do a 187
-Its time for a murder
-If you a G n****, load your s*** up
Some n**** got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
and goin crazy, n***** can't phase me
If you come up short, n***** 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
n***** can't f*** with me the set is f***** cloudy
Lay your a** face down on your stomach
You know you dead for f***** with my money
P don't take no s***
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 b****
You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face death
Last smoke, last dash you last jump
I'ma let you live, psyche
[Chorus:]
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, n**** (roll down yo window)
Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by f*** it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, California n***** don't give a f***
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
n***** from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we G's
Who you be, what set you with
n**** do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for c***roaches, 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
[Chorus]
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 f*** with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall b****
There you go, just took a fall trick
When that No Limit tank start hittin'
n**** them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like "The Running Man"
but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, b**** this your last game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a f***, 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 s*****n
You beggin for you life
I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright
[Chorus]