Key: D minor•
Verse 1
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Ay bwoy, ay, this is this is
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187, the
Verse 2
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187, the (chill man)
187
The 187, the 187, the 187 (187)
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The 187, the 187, the bloaw!
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(jump up in the house man,
chill man)
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Dm
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187, the 187, (faces of death
man) the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
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(what you know about faces
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Fm
of death man?)
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The 187, the bloaw!
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Dm
(Born to kill), reign shit goes on
Verse 3
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right here, reign shit play er
Chill man, chill, walk about,
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walk about the (casket)
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Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime,
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fuck the sidewalk man
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James Bridge just blowin down
motherfuckin' train man
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(Casket), real type
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shit man,
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Huh, huh, yeah man (silence of
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a dead man body)
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Watch them die over the drug and the white bitch man,
the white bandit
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Dm
Watch them die over the Cocaine
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faces of death man
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In the ghetto,
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Ebm
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pro jects what ever you want to call it
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We all the same man, we all in the same
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shit (S- P- I- see- E) word- a
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We say the 187, the 187 (jealousy got me
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strapped) callin the murder
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The 187, the 187 is in the fire (nigga)
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(East
Verse 4
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Bay Gangsta) East Bay Gangsta man,
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kill a rat
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Kick that gangsta shit man word
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up (crazy)
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Motherfuckin' killer, in this
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Me say the
Verse 5
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187, the 187, the 187
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The 187, the 187,
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the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
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The 187, the 187, the 187, the
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bloaw!
Verse 6
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Murder from the mind of
a sick nigga
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Thinkin' bodies, dirty money,
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Dm
bloody Co caine and Tech clips
I play with pistol grips,
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Dm
dead nig gas and lolly tips
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Sui cidal sick shit,
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Dm
a psycho pathic lunatic
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Caught up in murder man,
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dirty up in this dead fool
Faces of Death,
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hog my dreams out of drains fools
Pullin' pistols,
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Dm
tellin' niggas to get the fuck back
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I'm regulat in shit,
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there's money up on my dope track
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See I'm a soldier in this game,
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ain't nothin' strange
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Got a nigga lyin' on the floor with
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half of his fuckin' brains
Murder and crazy it's just a
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Dm
part of the game
Niggas won't kill ya,
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Fm
Dm
just don't fuck with their Caine
Mack 10 silencer all ya heard
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Dm
was scream s (ah!)
All I seen was the gleams
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Dm
from the Infra- Red beams
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Dm
Ebm
An other mother fuckin'
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Bb
Dm
walk- by in your hood
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Dm
Better pack two clips up on your
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Dm
hips and it's all good
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That nigga Death,
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Dm
he got more faces than a mother fucker
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So don't be shocked if you're naked,
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bleedin' in your gutter, niggas
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Ay bwoy, ay this is
Verse 7
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in
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this mother
Verse 8
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Dm
Faces of Death is an way gone past
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Ebm
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Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed,
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in your bed
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Faces of Death is an
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way gone
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Dm
Fuck all of your hoes,
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all in your bed,
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This is in your bed,
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in this
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Faces of Death away,
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Gm
Fuck up all your hoes all in your bed,
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in your bed
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Fm
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Faces of Death is an way
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gone (all right)
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Fuck up all your hoes in your bed
(Twi light Zone to
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1999 yet, Spice 1)
Don't you ever in your bed
Fm
East Bay Gangsta, gangsta hoe, ooh
Dm
Fm
(well all right, can you hang?)
Verse 9
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Can you motherfuckers hang,
Dm
I mean slang them thangs as they go?
Dm
Dm
Well, all right, hoe, hoe,
hoe, well I'm wrong
Dm
Say no, sing a sad song ohh, 'cause a,
Dm
Cause a hoe's are gon' lay on,
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we all gon' hash one day
Dm
Well all right on, uh sayer,
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Dm
spray er, East Bay, well on Willie
Mother pimp in the game,
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187 fac ulty thang hey, well all right
Dm
Uh, BOSKO whats up nigga,
Dm
where that chicken at?
Where that chicken at nigga,
whats up Spice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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