187 Ya Yo

50 CENT: G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah) (Drop That Shit) Yeah and it don�t stop, I do a 187 on yo� motherfuckin block Yeah and it don�t quit, It�s G-Unit in yo� motherfuckin� ass bitch Yeah and it don�t stop, I do a 187 on yo� motherfuckin block Yeah and it don�t quit, It�s G-Unit in yo� motherfuckin� ass bitch TONY YAYO: They say good things will happen to those who wait Shorty stuck in the game still slingin� weight None of that�s yo� life that ten in the brown For XL six or seven fo� pound Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better And with camera�s in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar I�m on first class flights with flying cooks Cuz my verse sound nice when they flyin� hooks Now im blowin� weed-o in Beverly Hills Some bad free hoes in the Montreal Next year it�s the new Hummer Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba Heaven or Hell will prevail when I�m a goner Cuz I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma I�m the first one out, and last one on the corner This life is a hustle any day you be a goner P89 Ruger with the silence off Little clipper sellin� spitballs goin� through straws We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells These rappers is talkin� �bout bricks in they rhymes You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes I don�t respect it my work is never watered down So on the first I get more checks than Nike town Swingin� 31 Money�s I been on the block Since nigga�s did the snake runnin� man in the walk When I was 15 I didn�t want no workin papers I worked the strip all night, servin� niggers Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail I got CO�s bringin� cell phones to my cell Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you Fill you ass up with led turn yo� ass to a pencil I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire I had you on the run like Omar on the wire I�m the only rapper you know that stay on the run I�m the only rapper you know that stay with a gun I�m a hustla� OG�s love to hate Cuz I got old school money put away in a safe You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback I�m a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper Fuck judge wong he gon� catch me on the corner Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me You wanna rap we can battle for yo� see through rollie I begin in a mansion stripin� the models The bathroom�s so far you gotta piss in a bottle There�s too many Indians and not enough chiefs Why you buy all the gun�s if you ain�t got enough beef The shit I spit will cause an all out riot In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me Im�a hide my assets, and disappear Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air I�ve finished my work now its time to cop And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot I Need 12 12�s And 58 58�s Cuz I got 8 sales And they all gon� wait motherfucka 50 CENT: Yeah and it don�t stop, I do a 187 on yo� motherfuckin block Yeah and it don�t quit, It�s G-Unit in yo� motherfuckin� ass bitch Yeah and it don�t stop, I do a 187 on yo� motherfuckin block Yeah and it don�t quit, It�s G-Unit in yo� motherfuckin� ass bitch