187 Ya Yo lyrics

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