00187 Lyrics

Damn, I can't get a night off or what

Briefcase full of guns and a ski mask

Sweepstakes, you won, drugs in a face mask

Lights out, three seconds, didn't fight back

I got real big plans for a body bag

Reach over to the shelf, grab a toe tag

No concern for your health cause you eat bad

Here, get some fucking slugs, nigga eat that

Evidence left on the rug, don't leave that

Getaway car running late, where he at

Must be on a dinner date, bet she phat

Then again he can be at where they chief at

There that boy there still owe me about three stacks

Put da hit on pause, that just made me mad

Made him feel the paws, beat him up like a bean bag

Gasoline in his draws, light it up with a clean rag

Said fuck the law, bitch nigga you can take that

Do a hit double O one eight seven

Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven

Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend

I watched your last breath like I thought it would never end

Do a hit double O one eight seven

Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven

Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend

I watched your last breath like I thought it would never end

Now where were we, oh yea that's right

A nigga gotta dispose of a body tonight

Hurry up, make this light, we ain't got all night

We can still make the drop cause the traffic was light

Slow up, we got the cops on the right

Hope that I wrapped that body bag nice and tight

I think I might have caught they eye cause my ice was bright

One of them was a broad and she was out of sight

Out of state license plate, think they got a foreigner

Lil Wayne help me out, it's Mrs. officer

He let her cuff him if I got it understood

But I don't know if her pussy is that good

Huh, now ain't this a bitch

An accident with a Ford and a Honda Civic

Man, look how close we came

I mean, that shit was insane

Do a hit double O one eight seven

Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven

Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend

I watched your last breath like I thought it would never end

Do a hit double O one eight seven

Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven

Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend

I watched your last breath like I thought it would never end

Yea I'm Just doing my job

It ain't nothing personal you know

Strictly business

Business is good by the way

Always good

Cause motherfuckers is so damn bad

Ol Michael Jackson ass good for business ass niggas

Where would I be without you

That's a good question

I'll have to get back to myself on that one though

Peace