LYRICAL 187 - Why? lyrics

rate me

(feat. Kevo)

[Hook x2]

Why y'all over there, looking at me

Got hating in your eyes, I can plainly see

Don't wanna see another nigga, up on his feet

Shake my hand, but at the same time be plotting on me

[Lyrical 187]

Now let me get this straight, you got your mind on jacking me right

You got your pistols ready, to go to war with me right

In the middle of the night, blood stained carpet

Your heart stop pumping, and your nerves start-a jumping

They should of told you something, I tell you bout your friends

Mama said they there first, and then they disappear

It appears we have a situation, one aggression

Move short, of an altercation

Niggas in the background, waiting for the drama to jump off

They got some young bitch ha, she wanna shoot a nigga in the mouth

Fuck what they talking bout, 1-8-7 comes strapped and

Him not afraid, to beat them blood clot cats

Y'all ain't ready for that, relax and slow down

You moving too fast, you bout to make me calm you down

Permanently, for even thinking about murdering me

I'm that niggas, that y'all yearning to be

[Hook x2]

[Lyrical 187]

Look at these fools looking at me, like I wan' murder them

Slaughter them, what's it gotta take short of be pulling out the K

And unloading 25 red hot, making 25 red spots

Scattered cross they throwbacks, and leave em where they sleep

And not even speed off, but creep away with big nuts

And that Bad Azz Mix Tape, causing a thunder in my trunk

It's Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror, I'm telling you boys I'm ready

Been doing this shit for a long time, I can tie you up with spaghetti

Got a rumble up in my belly boys, got a ringing in my ear

Either that or I've been too close with too many shots, all over the years

In the club parking lot, with just a peek at the arsenal

Have you ducking and dodging the five trucks, trying to make it home

Too many god damn scars, don't deserve where they are

Real niggas still work the block, we ain't made it that far yet

But once we get there, we gon rip this bitch apart

I wan' make sure I do my boys, I'll be the light up on the star

[Hook x2]

[Kevo]

I know why you over there, hating at me

It's simply, because I'm stacking here

Nigga recognize the real, Young Fever was pistol packing here

Before a jacking them hammers, will get the clapping off in here

Are you that mad, I Sprewell a fresh set of 84's

Is it that bad, DTS got voice activated do's

I'm not that cat, where your eyes should really wanna focus

My game atrocious, I run em up out the house like roaches

Y'all want me to stop my high, don't hold your breath

I'm 3rd Ward at it's finest, I'm suppose to rep

Fever wash up these watchers, like a Laundromat

I don't just shoot at cinemats, bitch I'll bomb your hat

Make me turn your Mitchell and Ness, to bitch you a mess

My P-9 will eat through your vest, and tear up your flesh

That's what happens, when you try to get this pimp out a pocket

But you won't understand until your eyes, is stripped out they sockets

[Hook x4]