187 On A Hook Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. C-Bo & Tech N9ne)

[Hook: C-Bo]
It's 187 on a motherfucking hook
Niggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay
It's 187 on a motherfucking hook
Niggas out of bounds shoulda shook
We bangin' by the book
Got shot in the back trying to get away
And to a B.G. it ain't nothing but gunplay

[Verse 1: C-Bo]
Buck these niggas, I'm a killer screamin' Regime
Deep NAVI's with heat like the A-Team
And when my K scream, it's causin' nothin' but murder
Bucking these niggas making 'em hate me
Yeah, nigga, we don't give a fuck, nigga we thug lords
Connected with Tech N9ne and touched for the thug war
Who got love for these niggas with no love at all?
Give a fuck, guns clutched, only left a ball
I know you heard of me ... wanna murder me
'Cause I'm the nigga that cooked the birds that flee
In the kitchen, palms itchin'
Had the whole gang unwrappin' chickens, nigga
And we was headed for the jack, strapped with a fat gat
All my niggas down to rat-tat-tat-tat
West Coast bad boys we was yellin'
Now it's West Coast Mafia, Regime, and thug zellin', nigga