187 Ya Yo lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : 187 Ya Yo



 Send "187 Ya Yo" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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

'cause 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

'cause 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

'cause 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
peeps



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 baggie spot



I
Need 12 12's 

And 58 58's

'cause 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