Brotha Lynch Hung, C-Bo - 187 On 24th Street lyrics
[Brotha Lynch Hung, C-Bo - 187 On 24th Street lyrics]
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
21st Street
24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview
Just to say a few
Every night I used to walk down the street
Drunk with a bottle and my strap
Cause block niggas don't sock niggas they
Shoot niggas in the back
While you ain't lookin
Yo livin get tooken, run up in yo living room
With choppers tryin to take out yo poppers
It's a fucked up interlude
I was only 17 with a dream in a scheme
Apparently the gangsters took me under
No wonder
It must of been a gang bang
Thang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you
Roaches like dirty poachers
I may leave you in the game
Even if you broke shit
Cause I don't give a fuck I
Put the quarter in the slot
And play the game until I see what I got
I let straps pop
If I got to cause the streets is
Hot too so I pop fools
Never unsderstood em couldn't understand em
And I'm not too
Down for half them bandits so I ran
It the way I had to
Met him in the park after dark
And it took less than seconds for
The 9 to spark the park
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
See it's drastic
Put yo body all up in plastic
We drag shit to the river
And deliver yo ass quick
We always bad kids didn't even
Like eachother that much
All we did was mean mug and
Put that 9 on the clutch
Niggas could get touched
We touchin em up like Gerry Curls
Every girl was trippin we ripped em
To the levy with him
Said he earl like Earl the Pearl don't
Miss to often in a coffin
Yeah that's your new world
We keep it poppin
Automatics be knockin Garden Block beats
Cause we the hardest knock on the streets
Jig CD's like rock on the streets
We ridin yo shit
'cause and we lovin you for it
You can't ignore it it's that rip shit
That put you in the trunk half
Dead with yo wig split shit
Live that shit everyday
All day, every chance we get
And in the backyard we got pits that
Eat raw meat in tid bits
They just as Sicc I don't give a
Fuck put the quarter in the slot
And play the game until I see what I got
I let gats pop
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
Come against me I look in yo face
And I don't see nothin but hate
And even though you say you love
Me I'm still clinchin the weight
That's how it goes in this state
Where blue rags murder blue rags
And who lags get body bagged in
Mazarati bags zipped with toe tags
It's so bad, see I don't know who to trust
Last time I trusted a nigga he
Came out with some stuff
He was talkin shit about me
Nigga and I didn't know what to do
So I keep that heat that'll eat like
Cujo and that'll fold up ya crew
Like new clothes
I choose those niggas that carry
4-4's and do those
Things that'll put somethin cold
Up in yo toes
Ya whole body froze no matter you
Think I should kick it with
I do it solo and that's it... you trip
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
21st Street
24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview
Just to say a few
Every night I used to walk down the street
Drunk with a bottle and my strap
Cause block niggas don't sock niggas they
Shoot niggas in the back
While you ain't lookin
Yo livin get tooken, run up in yo living room
With choppers tryin to take out yo poppers
It's a fucked up interlude
I was only 17 with a dream in a scheme
Apparently the gangsters took me under
No wonder
It must of been a gang bang
Thang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you
Roaches like dirty poachers
I may leave you in the game
Even if you broke shit
Cause I don't give a fuck I
Put the quarter in the slot
And play the game until I see what I got
I let straps pop
If I got to cause the streets is
Hot too so I pop fools
Never unsderstood em couldn't understand em
And I'm not too
Down for half them bandits so I ran
It the way I had to
Met him in the park after dark
And it took less than seconds for
The 9 to spark the park
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
See it's drastic
Put yo body all up in plastic
We drag shit to the river
And deliver yo ass quick
We always bad kids didn't even
Like eachother that much
All we did was mean mug and
Put that 9 on the clutch
Niggas could get touched
We touchin em up like Gerry Curls
Every girl was trippin we ripped em
To the levy with him
Said he earl like Earl the Pearl don't
Miss to often in a coffin
Yeah that's your new world
We keep it poppin
Automatics be knockin Garden Block beats
Cause we the hardest knock on the streets
Jig CD's like rock on the streets
We ridin yo shit
'cause and we lovin you for it
You can't ignore it it's that rip shit
That put you in the trunk half
Dead with yo wig split shit
Live that shit everyday
All day, every chance we get
And in the backyard we got pits that
Eat raw meat in tid bits
They just as Sicc I don't give a
Fuck put the quarter in the slot
And play the game until I see what I got
I let gats pop
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
Come against me I look in yo face
And I don't see nothin but hate
And even though you say you love
Me I'm still clinchin the weight
That's how it goes in this state
Where blue rags murder blue rags
And who lags get body bagged in
Mazarati bags zipped with toe tags
It's so bad, see I don't know who to trust
Last time I trusted a nigga he
Came out with some stuff
He was talkin shit about me
Nigga and I didn't know what to do
So I keep that heat that'll eat like
Cujo and that'll fold up ya crew
Like new clothes
I choose those niggas that carry
4-4's and do those
Things that'll put somethin cold
Up in yo toes
Ya whole body froze no matter you
Think I should kick it with
I do it solo and that's it... you trip
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind
Tore up fuckin with us
We let straps bust