Shank 187 Posse be droppin' tha debut album, "Locked Down N Lovin' It" the playlist right now looks like this (see below for "Dat's Dat" Lyrics):

1. Street intro
2. Projek Bricks
3. Dat's Dat
4. Scars On My Mental
5. 6 Million Wayz
6. We Ain't No Jokes
7. Steady Slingin'
8. Jailhouse Blues
9. One Time
10. Locked Down N Lovin' It
11. Hospital Visit (Interlude)
12. Payback Time
13. Prison Outro

Dat's Dat (Shank 187)

(rap intro - Havitt)
Street warz causin’ sores in the minds of thug soldiers
Makin’ crack sales wiv whores on run-down street-corners
Don’t come around from out of town cos we don’t care for foreigners
Book you a date with the coroner – you ain’t comin’ back
It’s a warzone up in here – let me tell you ‘bout dat...
(1st verse – ProdaGee)
When the gatz buss we never fuss when we holdin’ da glock
Yo it’s a muss in gatz we truss they safeguardin’ tha rock
Don’t even try n play it up when we slingin’ on da block
Best believe the heats be cocked for niggaz schemin’ on our rock
We got this shit on lock so back tha fuck up or get knocked
If we was locked down you’d get slocked – it’s all about the green
Hold down investments with a vengeance when it comes to servin’ fiends
Try takin’ this right here an’ I’ll show you what I mean
Turn yo crib into a crime-scene – Nigga where yo mouth at?
You acted all loud til a nigga pulled a gat
Rat-a-tat-tat now you stretched out on yo back
You didn’t see me comin’ cos i dressed-out in all black
Yo bitch’s heart be thumpin’ – causin’ heart attacks
Still I served her with a pumpin’ from da nickel-plated gat
You shoulda stopped dat frontin’ – don’t even sell dat crack
Now I wasted you for nuttin’ – you ain’t even a mack
Who da mack nigga?

(hook – ProdaGee)
Nigga dat’s dat when you fuckin’ wiv da shank
187 Posse - leavin’ bullets in yo flank
All the way from red hook projeks where dem niggaz serve dat dank
We might fuck up dey lives but we swellin’ up our bank
(No doubt)
Nigga dat’s dat when you fuckin’ wiv da shank
Nigga dat’s dat (Scratched to da beat)
(Yeeeeeaaaaaahh)

(2nd verse - Havitt)
Yo bitch you know the score – make way for 187
We be sendin’ you to hell and dem nice type cats to heaven
Spittin’ off those slugs like TB patients spit dat blood
Droppin’ red shit ‘round tha way like God just sent a flood
I ain’t no dud – I’ll leave you layin’ in tha mud
The projeks is mad rough an’ you ain’t tough so you got F’ud
I’ll let off from a window – catchin’ niggaz an’ dey bimbo
N then I jet off down the staircase whistlin’ wu-tang “All So Simple”
I sling dope – count dough – so let that shit be known
The weight I shift be sizeage homes – An’ for dis game sport steel cajones
Da game got risks – five-O - group home’s a no-go – breakin’ bones
Just to stay out - so hard I be gettin’ quarries off dese rocks
An’ I got the crew to match so don’t be creepin’ thru dese blocks
Thinkin’ you can jack me and my stash and steal my props
An’ leave me in the gutter – I don’t lay down for bitchez
Eight cats tried but eight cats stuttered now they sleepin’ wiv da fishes
Dumpin’ em in ditches – it don’t make pretty pictures
Strip ‘em for dey riches – it don’t take much to gitcha
Wanna make it nine? I’ll help you out by rollin’ solo
Jus’ me my friend tha clapper – an’ a big fat stash of dolo
Cos i’m Toni Montana and you that sucka-ass Manolo
I take your worthless life jus’ like I took your Polo
Serve you wi’ dat heat so quick you didn’t even know tho
I’m pure and you’re home-grown dat’s why you suck dat ugly dro jo
Stop fuckin’ wiv da flow bro

(hook)

(3rd verse – ProdaGee)
Nigga what happens when you fuckin’ wiv dese catz?
You know that motherfucker - you be suckin’ on dese natz
You catz ain’t hard - you jus’ frontin’ wiv yo gatz
They ain’t even got no rounds in – kept on da safety catch
When it gets hot 'round da housin’ – you be gone up in a flash
The Temp’rature’s risin’ – an’ yo crew jus’ made a dash
Muzzle flash be causin’ fallin’ an’ dese streetz dey be appallin’
Hot slugs flyin’ – causin’ fryin’ – when they hit you they be maulin’
The holes left be dat bigger - you see thru the other side
Tha projeks packed wiv niggaz who be true to homicide
Havitt n ProdaGee – you heard that shit before
Only this time we stayin’ street and we stayin’ fuckin’ raw
We take no shortz so when da gatz get pulled we down for war
N if we die den dat’s dat homes – we ain’t livin’ no more
But our crew be on it, payback wiv yo name on it
N even go so far to dump you wiv yo dame on it
Blazin’ up da chronic to another homicide
You mighta took me out but yo feeble ass got fried
187 neva dies nigga

(hook)
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