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[ VERSE 1 ] 
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 wanna sell dope 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 coloured rags 
I write about murder and death cause thats 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 Imma keep breakin it down until dey understand me 
You see its real G and jealousy it roam my block 
Thats 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 everytime I leave my home 
Havin these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome 

[ CHORUS ] 
18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote 
18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote--- blooooow 

[ VERSE 2 ] 
Did things up in the past that I regret at 22 
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm livin well as you 
Its good to be alive in 93 I 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 thats 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 everytime I get a chance G 
Nuthin 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 

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[ VERSE 3 ] 
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 wit killers and I didn't even know 
Wrestlin wit my homies as a youngster age 4 
Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse 
Writin to me monthly givin they homies sumtin 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 wanna 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 wit 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 thats the definition of the 187 that he wrote 

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