(Chorus)
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 your mind tore up fuckin' wit us
We let straps bust X2
(Verse:1)
21st, 24th, and 29th Florin Road to Meadowview just to say a few
Everynight I use to walk down the street drunk with a bottle in my strap
'Cuz Blocc niggaz don't sock niggaz they shoot niggaz in the bacc
Why you ain't lookin' you livin' get tooken
Run up in your living room wit choppas tryin' to take out your parntas
It's a fuck up interlude(Interlude)
I was only 17 with a dream in this scene
Appaenetly the gangstas took me under
No wonder it must've been a gangbang-thang-and-a-slang-cane-gang
Got to mantain brain on you roaches like dirty poaches
I mean leave you in the gang even if you broke shit
I don't give a fuck
Put the quarter in the slot and play the game until I see what I got
I let straps pop if I got too cuz the streets is hot too
So I bop fools ever understood 'em even understand 'em and no not too
Down for half 'em bandits so I ran it the away i had too
Met him in the park after dark and it took less then a second for the nine to spark
(Chorus)
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 your mind tore up fuckin' wit us
We let straps bust X2
(Verse:2)
See it's drastic put your body all in plastic
We drag shit to the river and deliver your ass quick
We all was bad kids didn't even like each other that much
All we did was mean mug and put that nine on the clutch niggaz can get touch
We touchin' 'em up like jeri curls every girl was trippin'
We rip'em to the levy wit'em ????
Like Earl the Pearl don't miss to often in a coffin
Yeah thats your new world we keep'em popin automatics be knoccin'
Garden Blocc cuz we the hardest on the streets
Jocc Cd's like rocc on the street
We ridin your shit cuz and lovin you for it
And you can't ingore it that rip shit
That put you in the trunk hald-dead wit your wig split shit
We live that shit every day all day every chance we get
And in the backyard we got pit that eat raw meat ant tib bits we 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 gat's pop
(Chorus)
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 your mind tore up fuckin' wit us
We let straps bust X2
(Verse:3)
I look in your face and see nothing but hate
And even though you love me I'm still clinchin' away
That how it goes in the state where blue rags murder blue rags
And hoot lags get body bags to Mazda rotary backseat toe tags
It's so bad see i don't know who to trust
Last time a trusted a nigga he came out wit sum stuff
He was talkin' shit about me nigga and I didn't know what to do
So I keep that heat that eat like cujo
That will fold up your whole crew
Like new clothes I choose those
Niggaz that 'ol carry for'-for' and do those
Things that put some cold on your toes your whole body froze
No matter who you think I should kicc it wit
I do it solo end thats it(You Trip)
(Chorus)
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 your mind tore up fuckin' wit us
We let straps bust X2
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