187 He Wrote Spice 1

[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 colored rags
I write about murder and death 'cause that's 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 I'ma keep breakin it down until they understand me
You see it's real G and jealousy it roam my block
That's 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 it worth sum'n 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 every time I leave my home
Havin these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome

[Hook]
18--187, me say the murder the murder he wrote
18--187, me say the murder the murder he wrote, blaow!