187 On 24th Street - Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

[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 

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[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 

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[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