187 On 24th Street

[Chorus 2x]
There was a 187 on 24th Street
There was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind tore up fuckin wit us, we let straps bust

[Brother Lynch]
21st Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few
Every night I used to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my strap
Cuz block niggas don't sock niggas they shoot niggas in the back
While you ain't lookin, yo livin get tooken, run up in yo living room
With choppers tryin to take out yo poppers, it's a fucked up interlude
I was only 17 with a dream in a scheme
Apparently the gangsters took me under, no wonder
It must of been a gang bang thang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you roaches like dirty poachers
I may leave you in the game even if you broke shit
Cuz I don't give a fuck I put the quarter in the slot
And play the game until I see what I got, I let straps pop
If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so I pop fools
Never unsderstood em couldn't understand em and I'm not too
Down for half them bandits so I ran it the way I had to
Met him in the park after dark
And it took less than seconds for the 9 to spark the park

[Chorus 2x]

[Brother Lynch]
See it's drastic, put yo body all up in plastic
We drag shit to the river and deliver yo ass quick
We always bad kids didn't even like eachother that much
All we did was mean mug and put that 9 on the clutch
Niggas could get touched, we touchin em up like Gerry Curls