187 Ya Yo Lyrics - God's Plan - 50 Cent

50 CENT: 

G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah) 

(Drop That Shit) 

Yeah and it don't stop, 

I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block 

Yeah and it don't quit, 

It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch 

Yeah and it don't stop, 

I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block 

Yeah and it don't quit, 

It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch 

TONY YAYO: 

They say good things will happen to those who wait 

Shorty stuck in the game still slingin' weight 

None of that's yo' life that ten in the brown 

For XL six or seven fo' pound 

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Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better 

And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar 

I'm on first class flights with flying cooks 

'cause my verse sound nice when they flyin' hooks 

Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly Hills 

Some bad free hoes in the Montreal 

Next year it's the new Hummer 

Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba 

Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner 

'cause I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma 

I'm the first one out, and last one on the corner 

This life is a hustle any day you be a goner 

P89 Ruger with the silence off 

Little clipper sellin' spitballs goin' through straws 

We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale 

We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells 

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These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes 

You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes 

I don't respect it my work is never watered down 

So on the first I get more checks than Nike town 

Swingin' 31 Money's I been on the block 

Since nigga's did the snake runnin' man in the walk 

When I was 15 I didn't want no workin papers 

I worked the strip all night, servin' niggers 

Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail 

I got CO's bringin' cell phones to my cell 

Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you 

Fill you ass up with led turn yo' ass to a pencil 

I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire 

I had you on the run like Omar on the wire 

I'm the only rapper you know that stay on the run 

I'm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun 

I'm a hustla' OG's love to hate 

'cause I got old school money put away in a safe 

You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at 

Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback 

I'm a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper 

Fuck judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner 

Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me 

You wanna rap we can battle for yo' see through rollie 

I begin in a mansion stripin' the models 

The bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a bottle 

There's too many Indians and not enough chiefs 

Why you buy all the gun's if you ain't got enough peeps 

The shit I spit will cause an all out riot 

In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die 

Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby 

Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me 

Im'a hide my assets, and disappear 

Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air 

I've finished my work now its time to cop 

And meet that Chinese lady at the baggie spot 

I Need 12 12's 

And 58 58's 

'cause I got 8 sales 

And they all gon' wait motherfucka 

50 CENT: 

Yeah and it don't stop, 

I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block 

Yeah and it don't quit, 

It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch 

Yeah and it don't stop, 

I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block 

Yeah and it don't quit, 

It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch