187 thats the code for a murder death kill//
and thats what im bout to do to you cuz you aint got arms skill//
on the other hand my gun flows like the niagra just spill//
and if you think i aint straped write your will//
you couldnt get up to me if you popped a viagra pill//
my slugs will eat your melon and that aint garden talk//
you better stay with your guards at dark//
cuz i got more guns than animals in noahs arc//
and they cant wait to blow and spark//
and put your outline in chalk//
and you cant say im a wanabe eminem//
when your the one copycatin his shit for that i'll rip you again and again//
ima keep comin at you and bite you like lice//
even when your at the club thinkin that your bling is nice//
boy im a balla i got a "van" fulla "illa" "ice//
somethin bout that last line reminds me off your rappin//
cuz you both poof and dissapear, people be like "what happen?"//
