C-Bo - 187 On A Hook (feat. Tech N9ne) lyrics

[Hook: C-Bo] 2x (It's) 187 on a motherf**in' hook n***as out of bounds should'a shook We banging by the book Got shot in the back tryna get away And to a WG it ain't nothing but gun play [Verse 1: C-Bo] Buck these n***as, I'm a k**er screamin' regime Deep NAVI's with heat like the A-Team And when my K scream, it's causin' nothin' but murder Bucking these n***as making 'em hate me Yeah, n***a, we don't give a f**, n***a we thug lords Connected with Tech N9ne and touched for the thug war Who got love for these n***as with no love At all give a f** guns clutched, only left a ball I know you heard of me ...wanna murder me Cause I'm the n***a that cooked the bird (?) in the kitchen Moms itchin' had the whole gang unwrappin' chickens n***a and we was headed for the jack strapped With a fat gat, all my n***as down to rat-tat-tat-tat West coast bad boys we was yellin' Now it's West Coast Mafia regime and thug zellin' n***a [HOOK: C-Bo] 2x (It's) 187 on a motherf**ing hook n***as out of bounds shoulda shook We banging by the book Got shot in the back tryna get away And to a WG it ain't nothing but gun play [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Try to get me for my scratch you can get your arm detached If you try to rip me on a track I put you in a ziplock nap sack Believe it I get Glocks at that price I'm like Martini and Rossi Asti Spumante alright n***as that k** 'em up on sight k**a n***a night something with tinted widows dumpin' at you hit dump Compliments of South Sacramento you could ask lil zar or big zow I'm a monster, I keep long gats like Charles Bronson And I'm on some Put you in the trunk all f**ed up and lonesome It's gon come Armageddon n***a my arms is sweating cause I been busting them model thangs see I'm good with the weapon plus... I really don't like you n***a you whole crew can't bust And I felt that sh** way back when you was down with us clown wit us used to smoke a pound wit us Now I'm bound to cut you and your homies up nobody even heard your stuff, said it's 187, 187 Me and C-Bo n Tech N9ne on yo bunker bunking with a Mac 11 [Hook: C-Bo] 2x (It's) 187 on a motherf**ing hook n***as out of bounds should'a shook We bangin' by the book Got shot in the neck trying to get away And to a WG it ain't nothing but gun play [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] n***a to catch this n***a, I'm ready to peel one Instead of the shoulders I gotta diss toward a n***as grill some Vigilante and villain regime n***as come with steel guns Get ready to sleep cause you tripped when you f** with a villain Which one of y'all motherf**ers said "f** Tech N9ne!" Shady Pacino, turned C-ho when I clutched that N9ne! Me and my n***a C-Bo Yuk Mezzole not only bust that rhyme! We can do it illegal so the evil'll give a f** next time! n***a don't you ever spit my name And thinking that sh**'s the same Two thou we switched the game and spit the flame "Allahu Akbar!" is what I say before I buck y'all Motherf** busters like vell-Bacardi-yeah n***a had enough y'all Get ready to suffer, kneel down, n***a- Tech N9ne! k**er Klown, n***a 6 feet underground is where you're found, n***a 40 water would'a never did a song witcha if he knew the song- Was about me, never make a million next time (say my name, say my name), like destiny's children, b**h! [Hook: C-Bo] 2x (It's) 187 on a motherf**ing hook n***as out of bounds should'a shook We bangin' by the book Got shot in the neck trying to get away And to a WG it ain't nothing but gun play