187'um
Partners-N-Crime
Track 6 on Pnc3
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187'um Lyrics
[Gunfire and screaming]
[Misdemeanor]
Ah shit! That's the way ya do it!
A 187 on 6th & Baronne!
[Dispatcher]
187 on 6th & Baronne, please send emergency units
Ah, fuck the emergency units just send the coroner down there
First Verse [Misdemeanor]:
I ain't no joke when the gat smoke
Quick to bust your cantaloupe
Murder ain't shit when I'm full off that indo
See a victim watch me creep
Gotta put his ass to sleep
Caught him right, took his life, nigga I ain't nothin' nice
Murder is a hobby, them laws they can't fade me
Bust me, frame me, them niggas must be crazy
Ever go to jail, I make bail, I'm too large
(Cuz they can't hold a gangsta on a misdemeanor charge)
Then I'm back on the streets, and that's it Black for the 9-4
Knockin' niggas off, fuckin' over 5-0
Hittin' hustlers, robbin' niggas, back to all that old shit
Slangin' dope, snortin' coke, it's all about my money BIATCH!
[Misdemeanor]
Ah shit! That's the way ya do it!
A 187 on 6th & Baronne!
[Dispatcher]
187 on 6th & Baronne, please send emergency units
Ah, fuck the emergency units just send the coroner down there
First Verse [Misdemeanor]:
I ain't no joke when the gat smoke
Quick to bust your cantaloupe
Murder ain't shit when I'm full off that indo
See a victim watch me creep
Gotta put his ass to sleep
Caught him right, took his life, nigga I ain't nothin' nice
Murder is a hobby, them laws they can't fade me
Bust me, frame me, them niggas must be crazy
Ever go to jail, I make bail, I'm too large
(Cuz they can't hold a gangsta on a misdemeanor charge)
Then I'm back on the streets, and that's it Black for the 9-4
Knockin' niggas off, fuckin' over 5-0
Hittin' hustlers, robbin' niggas, back to all that old shit
Slangin' dope, snortin' coke, it's all about my money BIATCH!
Chorus [Partners-N-Crime]:
One eightyyy, one eighty seven (187 ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor)
One eightyyy, one eighty seven (187 ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor)
So if you niggas wanna step I'll send your ass to Hell
A misdemeanor ain't nothin' but a 187
So if you niggas wanna step I'll send your ass to Hell
A misdemeanor ain't nothin' but a 187
Second Verse [Prime Time]:
Life is short, you'll never catch this nigga here, with his pants down
Ain't nobody fightin', grab my strap, put your hands down
Niggas boogie bang, blood spills as I breeze by
Who want, that nigga in the ski mask, go breeze by
Rollin' through your hood, my passenger's a plum
Fool silence if I hear a pin drop I'm gon' dump
I peel a nigga's shit, straight makin' heads splatter
Pissin' fools off like my name was "bad bladder"
It don't matter
Should have scattered but now you covered up in plastic
Stretched like elastic, but call me sarcastic
Cuz murder ain't no thang, ain't no shame, fuck a Kris Kross
The price to play the game is heavy, life is what the shit costs
I get lost, with po po's, bailin' with they gats out
A lot of niggas creep, tryin' to run, with they backs out
I keep my bitch Nina on my side, have you seen her?
Murder is a way of life, fool 187 is a misdemeanor
One eightyyy, one eighty seven (187 ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor)
One eightyyy, one eighty seven (187 ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor)
So if you niggas wanna step I'll send your ass to Hell
A misdemeanor ain't nothin' but a 187
So if you niggas wanna step I'll send your ass to Hell
A misdemeanor ain't nothin' but a 187
Second Verse [Prime Time]:
Life is short, you'll never catch this nigga here, with his pants down
Ain't nobody fightin', grab my strap, put your hands down
Niggas boogie bang, blood spills as I breeze by
Who want, that nigga in the ski mask, go breeze by
Rollin' through your hood, my passenger's a plum
Fool silence if I hear a pin drop I'm gon' dump
I peel a nigga's shit, straight makin' heads splatter
Pissin' fools off like my name was "bad bladder"
It don't matter
Should have scattered but now you covered up in plastic
Stretched like elastic, but call me sarcastic
Cuz murder ain't no thang, ain't no shame, fuck a Kris Kross
The price to play the game is heavy, life is what the shit costs
I get lost, with po po's, bailin' with they gats out
A lot of niggas creep, tryin' to run, with they backs out
I keep my bitch Nina on my side, have you seen her?
Murder is a way of life, fool 187 is a misdemeanor
Chorus
[Misdemeanor]
187 ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor
187 ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor
[Misdemeanor]
187 ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor
187 ain't nothin' but a misdemeanor
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