Tonart: D minor
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Ay bwoy, ay, this is this is
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187, the
Verse 2
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187, the (chill man)
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The 187, the 187, the 187 (187)
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The 187, the 187, the bloaw!
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(jump up in the house man,
chill man)
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187, the 187, (faces of death
man) the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
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(what you know about faces
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of death man?)
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The 187, the bloaw!
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(Born to kill), reign shit goes on
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right here, reign shit player
Chill man, chill, walk about,
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walk about the (casket)
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Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime,
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fuck the sidewalk man
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James Bridge just blowin down
motherfuckin' train man
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(Casket), real type
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shit man,
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Huh, huh, yeah man (silence of
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Watch them die over the drug and the white bitch man,
the white bandit
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Watch them die over the Cocaine
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faces of death man
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pro jects what ever you want to call it
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We all the same man, we all in the same
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shit (S- P- I- see- E)word- a
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We say the 187, the 187 (jealousy got me
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strapped) callin the murder
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The 187, the 187 is in the fire (nigga)
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(East
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Bay Gangsta) East Bay Gangsta man,
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kill a rat
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Kick that gangsta shit man word
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Motherfuckin' killer, in this
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187, the 187, the 187
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The 187, the 187,
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the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
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The 187, the 187, the 187, the
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bloaw!
Verse 6
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Murder from the mind of
a sick nigga
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Thinkin' bodies, dirty money,
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bloody Cocaine and Tech clips
I play with pistol grips,
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dead niggas and lolly tips
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Suicidal sick shit,
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a psychopathic lunatic
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Caught up in murder man,
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dirty up in this dead fool
Faces of Death,
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hog my dreams out of drains fools
Pullin' pistols,
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tellin' niggas to get the fuck back
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I'm regulatin shit,
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there's money up on my dope track
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See I'm a soldier in this game,
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ain't nothin' strange
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Got a nigga lyin' on the floor with
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half of his fuckin' brains
Murder and crazy it's just a
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part of the game
Niggas won't kill ya,
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just don't fuck with their Caine
Mack 10 silencer all ya heard
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was screams (ah!)
All I seen was the gleams
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from the Infra- Red beams
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Another motherfuckin'
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walk- by in your hood
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Better pack two clips up on your
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hips and it's all good
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he got more faces than a motherfucker
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So don't be shocked if you're naked,
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bleedin' in your gutter, niggas
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in
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this mother
Verse 8
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Faces of Death is an way gone past
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Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed,
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in your bed
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Faces of Death is an
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Fuck all of your hoes,
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all in your bed,
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This is in your bed,
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in this
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Faces of Death away,
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Fuck up all your hoes all in your bed,
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in your bed
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Faces of Death is an way
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Fuck up all your hoes in your bed
(Twilight Zone to
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1999 yet, Spice 1)
Don't you ever in your bed
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East Bay Gangsta, gangsta hoe, ooh
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(well all right, can you hang?)
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Can you motherfuckers hang,
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I mean slang them thangs as they go?
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Well, all right, hoe, hoe,
hoe, well I'm wrong
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Say no, sing a sad song ohh, 'cause a,
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Cause a hoe's are gon' lay on,
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we all gon' hash one day
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Well all right on, uh sayer,
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sprayer, East Bay, well on Willie
Mother pimp in the game,
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187 faculty thang hey, well all right
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Uh, BOSKO whats up nigga,
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where that chicken at?
Where that chicken at nigga,
whats up Spice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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