[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Who gon' be a victim in this motherfuckin' house of pain?
Dead lock, the gun is already cocked, so now your body gon' drop
It's just another nigga we gon' have to pack some bags for
Send his ass to heaven, 211, turned into 187
Told him 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 gon' go when fucking with some killer thugs
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 OG's
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, 'cause these buck shots made for niggas like you
Spreading over your back and on your skull to a bloody mess
It's too late to break, 'cause it's 187 in progress, nigga
187, what the fuck that mean?
Nigga that means your ass is getting capped, flat foot 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 vogues
Straight from four corners Pimpin-Ville, you can't come in here
Listen to them sounds from that gauge fill your heart with fear
You know you can't fuck with me, OG straight from Pimpin' V
Dre with that LTD, Darnell 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, 'cause my style is a cover up
Comin' with them rifles, fuck a pistol, now your ass fucked up
One man gang, Tommy Wright, FCP gon' end this mess
It's too late to break, 'cause it's 187 in progress, nigga
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[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Bodies drop, bodies drop, die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Niggas droppin', triggers cockin', feel that fire from the endo, I'm high
Creepin' up slow, with no clue what I'm doin'
'Cause killers and dealers go with the cap peelers
Where stealing and dealing is done by the villains
We're selling them drugs that's done by the thugs
Pluck and knockin' socks off, never soft, do a crime
Gotta bail, focused as hell, they know me too well, I'ma cover my trail
Sneaking, dipping, leaving from the scene real fast, punched the gas
Bloody 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 to cap
Do 'em in, call a friend, come on by and shoot 'em again
Ain't no bullshit, as I make this population less
It's too late to break, 'cause this 187 in progress