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Spice 1
Song: 187 He Wrote
Album: 187 He Wrote
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 mob
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 colored rags
I write about murder and death cause thats all in the hood
comin up strong while in crack, yo G its all good
Describing a way of life that they don't understand G
So I'm gonna keep breakin it down until they 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 something 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
Having these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome
Chorus:
18-187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18-187 me say the murder the murder he wrote-blow!
Verse 2:
Did things up in the past that I regret at 22
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm living as well as you
Its good to be alive in 93 I guess that's so
But if I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go
I guess I'm just a soldier with the song out of the streets, black
Stressin off that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin at my back
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 their graves everytime I get a chance G
Nothing 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 find myself always pourin' brew out for my friends
Verse 3:
I'm keepin all my pictures from my homies up in jail
If I told you what they did it will problably turn you pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't even know
Wrestling with my homies as a youngster age 4
Now half of them is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse
Writin to me monthly givin they homies something to rap about
Tell me do my music and don't trip off what they say
Thinkin to myself I might just be in there one day
Some stayed out the big house and still slangin' yay
And now they staying under ditchin' the feds everyday
Tryin to watch their money, they wanna go on tour G
Get into the business, learn about the industry
Try to help 'em out, doing everything I can
I still gotta worry about the next jealous man
My homies getting robbed so they rob somebody else
You can see it never stops, let that story tell itself
I'm walkin with my head down further in the rain
Thinking deep, asking myself am I insane?
I think about that daily and I'm leaving on that note
And that's the definition of the 187 that he wrote
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