187 He Wrote Lyrics - Singles - Spice 1

I'm tryin' to keep my aces and my deuces all together 

I'm thinkin' of self-murder I know I won't live forever 

This chronic got me noid I need to get a job 

But instead I want to sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb 

I'm wakin up in the morning thinkin' of death as I break out in a cold sweat 

I'm havin dreams of a whole family put to rest 

Visions of a dead man body bags 

And all the youngsters gettin' their cap peeled over colored rags 

I write about murder and death 'cause that's all in the hood 

Comin' up strong while in crack yo G its all good 

Describin' a way of life that they don't understand G 

So Imma keep breakin' it down until dey understand me 

You see its real G and jealousy it roam my block 

That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic glock 

Cause if they want it they'll take it and kill for it 

And if its worth sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it 

My mother thinks I'm goin' crazy 

And when I leave the house she just stares out the window 

I think I'm being followed every time I leave my home 

Havin' these fatal thoughts of gettin' chrome to my dome 

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18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote 

18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow 

Did things up in the past that I regret at 22 

And when I hit 23 I hope I'm livin' well as you 

Its good to be alive in 93 I guess that so 

But if I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go 

I guess I'm just a soldier with a song out of the streets black 

Stressin' of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed 

Sleep walkin' with my pistol in the middle of the night 

Wakin up inside my hooptie holdin' my glock full of fright 

Violent in this art that's only because its comin' from a G to the heart 

Got friends that have died and I mourn for their families 

Bringin' flowers to dey graves every time I get a chance G 

Nothin' like a old school homie from the hood 

Which are right or wrong doin' dirt doin' good 

And now I know inside I'll never see my boy again 

I fie myself always pour brew out fo my friends 

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I'm keepin' all my pictures from my homies up in jail 

If I told you what dey did it will problably turn your pale 

I used to hang with killers and I didn't even know 

Wrestlin' with my homies as a youngster age four 

Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse 

Writin' to me monthly givin they homies somethin' to rap about 

Tell me do my music and don't trip off what dey say 

Thinkin' to myself I might just be in there one day 

Some stayed about the big house and still slangin' yay 

And now dey stayin' under diction of feds everyday 

Tryin to wash their money they want to go on tour G 

Gettin' into the business learn about the industry 

Try to help 'em out doin' everythang I can 

I still gotta worry bout the next jealous man 

My homies gettin' robbed so they rob somebody else 

You can see it never stops let that story tell itself 

I'm walkin' with my head down pervin' in the rain 

Thinkin' deep askin' myself am I insane 

I think about that daily and I'm leavin' on that note 

And that's the definition of the 187 that he wrote 

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