187 He Wrote (Explicit)歌词-Spice 1

187 He Wrote (Explicit)歌词由Spice 1演唱，出自专辑《The Best of Spice 1， Vol. 2 (Explicit)》，下面是《187 He Wrote (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

187 He Wrote (Explicit)歌词完整版

I'm tryin' to keep my aces and my deuces all together

I'm thinkin' of self-murder I know I won't live forever

This chronic got me noid I need to get a job

But instead I want to sell d**e hang on a rope and steady mobb

I'm wakin up in the morning thinkin' of death as I break out in a cold sweat

I'm havin dreams of a whole family put to rest

Visions of a dead man body bags

And all the youngsters gettin' their cap peeled over colored rags

I write about murder and death 'cause that's all in the hood

Comin' up strong while in crack yo G its all good

Describin' a way of life that they don't understand G

So I'mma keep breakin' it down until dey understand me

You see its real G and jealousy it roam my block

That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic glock

Cause if they want it they'll take it and kill for it

And if its worth sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it

My mother thinks I'm goin' crazy

And when I leave the house she just stares out the window

I think I'm being followed every time I leave my home

Havin' these fatal thoughts of gettin' chrome to my dome

18187me say the murder the murder he wrote

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Did things up in the past that I regret at 22

And when I hit 23I hope I'm livin' well as you

Its good to be alive in 93I guess that so

But if I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go

I guess I'm just a soldier with a song out of the streets black

Stressin' of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed

Sleep walkin' with my pistol in the middle of the night

Wakin up inside my hooptie holdin' my glock full of fright

Violent in this art that's only because its comin' from a G to the heart

Got friends that have died and I mourn for their families

Bringin' flowers to dey graves every time I get a chance G

Nothin' like a old school homie from the hood

Which are right or wrong doin' dirt doin' good

And now I know inside I'll never see my boy again

I fie myself always pour brew out fo my friends

I'm keepin' all my pictures from my homies up in jail

If I told you what dey did it will problably turn your pale

I used to hang with killers and I didn't even know

Wrestlin' with my homies as a youngster age four

Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse

Writin' to me monthly givin they homies somethin' to rap about

Tell me do my music and don't trip off what dey say

Thinkin' to myself I might just be in there one day

Some stayed about the big house and still slangin' yay

And now dey stayin' under diction of feds everyday

Tryin to wash their money they want to go on tour G

Gettin' into the business learn about the industry

Try to help 'em out doin' everythang I can

I still gotta worry bout the next jealous man

My homies gettin' robbed so they rob somebody else

You can see it never stops let that story tell itself

I'm walkin' with my head down pervin' in the rain

Thinkin' deep askin' myself am I insane

I think about that daily and I'm leavin' on that note

And that's the definition of the 187that he wrote