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tommy wright iii - 187 in progress lyrics

who gone be a victim in this motha fuckin’ house of pain
dead lock, the gun is already c-cked so now your body gone drop
its just another nigga we gone have to pack some bags for
send his -ss to heaven, 211, turned into 187
told em from the jump that niggas from four corners poppin’ trunks
but he didn’t believe us so we had to leave him in the dust
plus that’s how that shit gone go in fuckin’ with some k!ller dubs
niggas that serve the most time are them niggas that pop the most slugs
so i’m gonna follow in the footsteps of them real ogs
leave a nigga stankin’ after hanging him from a fuckin’ tree
try to fuck with me? i’m on these streets myself to fuck with you
fuck your crew, i’m on a mission to execute a lemon or two
a nigga got your back, not to help you, but to shoot you fool!
ain’t no use in ducking cus these buckshots made for niggas like you
spreading over your back and your skull to a bl–dy mess
its too late to break cus its 187 in progress, nigga
187 what the fuck that mean
nigga that mean your -ss is getting capped blast you took off the map
process of elimination
ain’t no use in throwing blows
i just wanna smoke you hoes
i just wanna ride your bows
straight from four corners pimpin’ bill you can’t come in bro
listen to the sounds from that gauge fill your heart with fear
you know you can’t fuck with me, og straight from pimpin’ b
dre with that ltd, done it with that box chevy
mike with that screw driver, he poppin’ cars, snatching beepers
grind getting buried in the chevy cheefin’ on that reefer
keep a low profile cus my style is a cover up
coming with them rifles, fuck a pistol now your -ss fucked up
one man gang, tommy wright, stp gone end this mess
its too late to break, cus its 187 in progress, nigga

(cowbell melody)

bodies drop, bodies drop
die nigga die nigga die nigga die
niggas droppin’, triggers c-ckin’
feel that fire from the endo i’m high

creepin’ up slow with no clue what i’m doin’
cus k!llers and dealers go with the cap peelers
where stealing and dealing is done by the villains
where selling them drugs is done by the thugs

flocking knockin’ socks off, never soft
do a crime, gotta bail, focused as hell, they know me too well, imma cover my trail
sneaking deefing’ leaving from the scene real fast, punched the gas
bl–dy mask on my face, i can never come back to this place
no remorse, pow pow! to your dome, with this chrome
put that tone, in my hand my finger’s got a mind of its own
duck nigga duck duck, talk that shit now back it up
grab em up, drag em up, smack em up, now jack em up
tie em up, leave em strapped
you and your niggas commence the cap
do em’ in, call a friend, come on by and shoot em again
ain’t no bullshit as i make this population less
its too late to break cus its 187 in progress

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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