50 Cent - Flight 187 New Hot!!! + lyrics

187 Ya Yo Lyrics 50 CENT: G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah) (Drop That Shit) Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherf**kin block Yeah and it don't quit, It's G-Unit in yo' motherf**kin' ass bitch Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherf**kin block Yeah and it don't quit, It's G-Unit in yo' motherf**kin' ass bitch TONY YAYO: They say good things will happen to those who wait Shorty stuck in the game still slingin' weight None of that's yo' life that ten in the brown For XL six or seven fo' pound Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar I'm on first class flights with flying cooks 'cause my verse sound nice when they flyin' hooks Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly Hills Some bad free hoes in the Montreal Next year it's the new Hummer Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner 'cause I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma I'm the first one out, and last one on the corner This life is a hustle any day you be a goner P89 Ruger with the silence off Little clipper sellin' spitballs goin' through straws We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes I don't respect it my work is never watered down So on the first I get more checks than Nike town Swingin' 31 Money's I been on the block Since nigga's did the snake runnin' man in the walk When I was 15 I didn't want no workin papers I worked the strip all night, servin' nigger Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail I got CO's bringin' cell phones to my cell Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you Fill you ass up with led turn yo' ass to a pencil I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire I had you on the run like Omar on the wire I'm the only rapper you know that stay on the run I'm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun I'm a hustla' OG's love to hate 'cause I got old school money put away in a safe You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback I'm a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper F**k judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me You wanna rap we can battle for yo' see through rollie I begin in a mansion stripin' the models The bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a bottle There's too many Indians and not enough chiefs Why you buy all the gun's if you ain't got enough peeps The shit I spit will cause an all out riot In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby Im like the mob nigga f**k you pay me Im'a hide my assets, and disappear Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air I've finished my work now its time to cop And meet that Chinese lady at the baggie spot I Need 12 12's And 58 58's 'cause I got 8 sales And they all gon' wait motherf**ka 50 CENT: Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherf**kin block Yeah and it don't quit, It's G-Unit in yo' motherf**kin' ass bitch Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherf**kin block Yeah and it don't quit, It's G-Unit in yo' motherf**kin' ass bitch