C-Bo
187 On A Hook
[Hook: C-Bo]
It's 187 on a motherfucking hook
N***as 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
N***as 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 n***as, 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 n***as making 'em hate me
Yeah, n***a, we don't give a fuck, n***a we thug lords
Connected with Tech N9ne and touched for the thug war
Who got love for these n***as 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 n***a that cooked the birds that flee
In the kitchen, palms itchin'
Had the whole gang unwrappin' chickens, n***a
And we was headed for the jack, strapped with a fat gat
All my n***as down to rat-tat-tat-tat
West Coast bad boys we was yellin'
Now it's West Coast Mafia, Regime, and thug zellin', n***a
[Hook: C-Bo]
187 on a motherfucking hook
N***as 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
N***as 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 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Try to get me for my scratch, you can get your arm detached
If you try to rip me on a track, I put you in a Ziploc napsack
Believe it, I get Glocks at that price, I'm like
Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante on ice
For n***as that kill 'em up on sight, kill a n***a night
Something with tinted widows dumpin' at your Pinto
Compliments of South Sacramento, you could ask Lil Zar or Big Zo
I'm a monster, I keep long gats like Charles Bronson
And I'm on some, put you in the trunk all fucked up and lonesome
It's gon' come, Armageddon, n***a, my arms are sweating
'Cause I been busting them model thangs
See, I'm good with the weapon, and plus...
I really don't like you, n***a, your whole crew can't bust
And I felt that shit way back when you was down with us
Clown wit' us, used to smoke a pound wit' us
Now I'm bound to cut you and your homies up
Nobody even heard your stuff
Said it's 187, 187
Me and C-Bo and Tech N9ne on yo' bumper bucking with a Mac-11
[Hook: C-Bo]
187 on a motherfucking hook
N***as 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
N***as 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 3: Tech N9ne]
Figure to catch this n***a, I'm ready to peel one
Instead of the shoulders, I gotta diss toward a n***a's grill some
Vigilante and villains and regime, n***as come with steel guns
Get ready to sleep 'cause you tripped when you fuck with a villain
Which one of y'all motherfuckers said, "Fuck Tech N9ne!"
Shady Pacino, turned C-ho when I clutched that N9ne!
Me and my n***a C-Bo, YukMezzo not only bust that rhyme!
We can do it illegal so the evil'll give a fuck next time!
N***a, don't you ever spit my name
And thinking that shit's the same
Two thou we switched the game and spit the flame
"Allahu Akbar!" is what I say before I buck y'all
Motherfuck busters like Vell Bakardy-yeah n***a had enough y'all
Get ready to suffer, kneel down, n***a
Tech N9ne! Killer Klown, n***a
6 feet underground is where you're found, n***a
40 Water woulda never did a song wit'cha
If he knew the song was about me
Never make a million next time
(Say my name, say my name) like Destiny's Children, bitch!
[Hook: C-Bo]
187 on a motherfucking hook
N***as 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
N***as 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

187 on a motherfucking hook
N***as 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
N***as 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