187 Proof Songtext
von AP.9

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The Mekanix


Coolin′ on the corner with the cellular phone
You could tell that the East Bay was his home
More mail than the rest of the pushers
'Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes (Bushes)
And that′s why his clique was cleaner
First name AP, last name Nina
Had four boys named Hus and Jack
Ryder, Jay, Clyde, fifty states with the gat
Clocked on the street, called M.O.B
Niggas came up, they was sellin' that D (D)
Five little niggas, they was gettin' that bread
My nigga Hus came home from doin′ five in the feds
And you could tell the Figs was the clique though
′Cause they was gettin' money from the Peter Frisco (Frisco)
Hus and Jack knew tonight they′d come
Was ready for whatever, we was loadin' them guns (Guns)
Fetty let the first shot and the sight was scary
The punk was all bloody, think his name was Jerry
Ryder, Jay, Clyde, he wiped up the body
That boy AP-9, he was shootin′ at bodies (Bodies)
FedEx and Hus told Jack to hold tail
So Jack tried to tell Hus, "Get rid of that smell"
But AP had the mob on the payroll clout
So Jack shot the club up for hidin' ′em out
And everybody's talkin' about the wrath of the mob (Wrath of the mob)
Niggas on the daily, they just doin′ they job (Doin′ they job)
And we not shook because they not gonna get me
I round up the posse, got up out of there quickly (Quickly)
AP was big, he had the goons on call
Had ninety-nine niggas up against the wall
Fetty and Hus found out he made the call
So Fetty and Hus and AP-9 lined 'em all (All)
They was sent to the morgue and Ryder paid the bill
Got the money from his bitch workin′ up out of them hills
Jack and Hus, he knew they wouldn't survive (Wouldn′t survive)
They got 'em with the MACs and them chrome.45s
And now he′s wonderin' how he got the word
It was the neighborhood winos off the Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice?
It was a hundred and eighty-seven proof

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