[ VERSE 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 wanna 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 coloured rags I write about murder and death cause thats 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 I'mma keep breakin it down until dey understand me You see its real G and jealousy it roam my block Thats 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 everytime I leave my home Havin these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome
[ Hook ] 18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote 18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote--- blooooow
[ VERSE 2 ] 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 thats 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 everytime I get a chance G Nuthin 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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[ VERSE 3 ] 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 wit killers and I didn't even know Wrestlin wit my homies as a youngster age 4 Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse Writin to me monthly givin they homies sumtin 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 wanna 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 wit 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 thats the definition of the 187 that he wrote
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