187 by M.O.P. Lyrics
[Hook-Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
187 in progress, everybody get it everybody's a target
These niggas got me on my shit
40 Glock give 'em everything in the cartridge
187 in progress, everybody get it everybody's a target
(Talk to 'em) These niggas got me on my shit
(Walk through 'em) These niggas got me on my shit
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
187 in progress, everybody get it homie stick to the concept
(Celebrity Deathmatch) niggas is garbage
Run up to the award show air out the carpet (Come on)
Murder every DJ spinnin that garbage
Via satellite while America's watchin
Every artist on the carpet is a target
R&B singers too hit 'em regardless
[Billy Danze:]
Real nigga shit 'round to the mosh pit
Counter clockwise, waving the masses
Show up at the office while you havin a conference
Deliver that Rambo to all of your sponsors
Groupies can get it too, for suckin the dick of a nigga
That got mo' bitch in 'em than you
(And you) Part of the problem I'll tie you to the back of the 'lac
And drag yo' ass by your Red Bottoms
BITCH!
[Hook]
[Lil' Fame:]
Thirty rack on a neck of a artist (Say what?)
About another twenty K on his arm (Say what?)
This nigga flashin fifty grand
Walk around here lookin like food for the wolves
Listen! Illuminati rap, we don't ride to that
Everybody poppin molly look at how they act
(Y'all sweatin) The whole place emotional
Wake up to find out some dudes Frank Ocean'd you
[Billy Danze:]
I ain't 'bout to adapt to the wackiness
You niggas got that wack shit we git this
Them same lame niggas sprinkled on your playlist
Oversaturated twist of the gayness
(BOOM!) You niggas bet' not say shit
Smile in my face and never play my shit (Shit)
Wrong niggas to play with
It's hot, the homies got heaters they stay with
NIGGA!
[Hook]
187 in progress, everybody get it everybody's a target
These niggas got me on my shit
40 Glock give 'em everything in the cartridge
187 in progress, everybody get it everybody's a target
(Talk to 'em) These niggas got me on my shit
(Walk through 'em) These niggas got me on my shit
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
187 in progress, everybody get it homie stick to the concept
(Celebrity Deathmatch) niggas is garbage
Run up to the award show air out the carpet (Come on)
Murder every DJ spinnin that garbage
Via satellite while America's watchin
Every artist on the carpet is a target
R&B singers too hit 'em regardless
[Billy Danze:]
Real nigga shit 'round to the mosh pit
Counter clockwise, waving the masses
Show up at the office while you havin a conference
Deliver that Rambo to all of your sponsors
Groupies can get it too, for suckin the dick of a nigga
That got mo' bitch in 'em than you
(And you) Part of the problem I'll tie you to the back of the 'lac
And drag yo' ass by your Red Bottoms
BITCH!
[Hook]
[Lil' Fame:]
Thirty rack on a neck of a artist (Say what?)
About another twenty K on his arm (Say what?)
This nigga flashin fifty grand
Walk around here lookin like food for the wolves
Listen! Illuminati rap, we don't ride to that
Everybody poppin molly look at how they act
(Y'all sweatin) The whole place emotional
Wake up to find out some dudes Frank Ocean'd you
[Billy Danze:]
I ain't 'bout to adapt to the wackiness
You niggas got that wack shit we git this
Them same lame niggas sprinkled on your playlist
Oversaturated twist of the gayness
(BOOM!) You niggas bet' not say shit
Smile in my face and never play my shit (Shit)
Wrong niggas to play with
It's hot, the homies got heaters they stay with
NIGGA!
[Hook]