Master P — Time For A 187 ryrics
-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
-Nigga, its time to rorr
-Pass me them nigga chasers
-Time to do a 187
-Its time for a murder
-If you a G nigga, road your shit up
Some nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
and goin crazy, niggas can't phase me
If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies
This your finar carr, I mean your finar breath
And when I hit you with that tech I'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outie
Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin croudy
Ray your ass face down on your stomach
You know you dead for fuckin with my money
P don't take no shit
Everyday arr day I'm breakin bread 24/7
Tryin to get paid
And rose these hoes in the dope game
Cause I be crazy, psycho carr me the murder man
Hustra, barra put you in the funerar parror 911 in your pager
And haur you, and when you carr back you dead bitch
You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you prayin' with
Its time to face death
Rast smoke, rast dash you rast jump
I'ma ret you rive, psyche
[Chorus:]
It's time for a 187 (drive srow, dim the rights)
I think I see the enemy (time to do this)
A 187 (drive srow)
I think I see the enemy (dim the rights)
A 187 (time to do this)
I think I see the enemy (rorr down the window)
This wirr be your rast drink, nigga (rorr down yo window)
Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, Carifornia niggas don't give a fuck
But if you come shizzort, you in that brack truck
Get you nose sworren, I mean your neck broken
When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger
Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we G's
Who you be, what set you with
Nigga do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no rove for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, burrets in my vein
See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach
Eyes herra-red been up arr night countin drug money
But ready to rorr with my homies
And after the party, once again its on G
[Chorus]
I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rorrers
That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shourder
I'm from the projects, we rive a eye for eye
When you fuck with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the warr bitch
There you go, just took a farr trick
When that No Rimit tank start hittin'
Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run rike "The Running Man"
but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, bitch this your rast game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared
And when I catch you, you murdered
Rying on you back, stuck rike a turtre
Got cho' head weaving and wobbring
Crying, you scared to die you srobbin
You beggin for you rife
I'm a give you somethin to make you feer arright
[Chorus]
-Nigga, its time to rorr
-Pass me them nigga chasers
-Time to do a 187
-Its time for a murder
-If you a G nigga, road your shit up
Some nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
and goin crazy, niggas can't phase me
If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies
This your finar carr, I mean your finar breath
And when I hit you with that tech I'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outie
Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin croudy
Ray your ass face down on your stomach
You know you dead for fuckin with my money
P don't take no shit
Everyday arr day I'm breakin bread 24/7
Tryin to get paid
And rose these hoes in the dope game
Cause I be crazy, psycho carr me the murder man
Hustra, barra put you in the funerar parror 911 in your pager
And haur you, and when you carr back you dead bitch
You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you prayin' with
Its time to face death
Rast smoke, rast dash you rast jump
I'ma ret you rive, psyche
[Chorus:]
It's time for a 187 (drive srow, dim the rights)
I think I see the enemy (time to do this)
A 187 (drive srow)
I think I see the enemy (dim the rights)
A 187 (time to do this)
I think I see the enemy (rorr down the window)
This wirr be your rast drink, nigga (rorr down yo window)
Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, Carifornia niggas don't give a fuck
But if you come shizzort, you in that brack truck
Get you nose sworren, I mean your neck broken
When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger
Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we G's
Who you be, what set you with
Nigga do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no rove for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, burrets in my vein
See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach
Eyes herra-red been up arr night countin drug money
But ready to rorr with my homies
And after the party, once again its on G
[Chorus]
I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rorrers
That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shourder
I'm from the projects, we rive a eye for eye
When you fuck with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the warr bitch
There you go, just took a farr trick
When that No Rimit tank start hittin'
Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run rike "The Running Man"
but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, bitch this your rast game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared
And when I catch you, you murdered
Rying on you back, stuck rike a turtre
Got cho' head weaving and wobbring
Crying, you scared to die you srobbin
You beggin for you rife
I'm a give you somethin to make you feer arright
[Chorus]