[Intro: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me

[Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm a mafia n***a I got white friends
Blacked out smoked out in that white Benz
Still go hard til the night ends
My n***as on the blocks like tight ends
You n***as ain't street never move along
Can't go to the club, Get followed home
Your n***as might change when they under pressure
When the feds come and get em answer every question
Its some n***as in yo clique that'll start hatin
When you flying up the charts makin top paper
And these thirsty ass bitches wanna have your baby
An these fuck n***as wanna try to assassinate ya
G. ass n***a yeah I bought my crown owner
Doe B the only n***a that can look down on me
Catch a n***a while he sleep
Put heater up to his head
Whip him with the pistol then drag him up out the bed
I have to keep in mind this rap game is like the trap
And keep your eyes on them n***as actin like they got your back
I know what I'm talkin' bout I'm speakin the truth
It is what it is
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Don't be running up on me talking that shit
Don't be round me not smoking no dope
Don't be round me not spending no cash
Dont be
N***a don't be a hater
Don't think about it now just do it big
Really wanna do it big then jump in my whip
Nothin but real ones in my clique
They be dumpin' them clips, they be all on them trips
They be mobbin for chips, and we all got a zip
Got six joints already rolled
I done broke too many phones
I done fucked too many hoes
And we all got a zip
Got six joints already rolled
I done broke too many phones
I done fucked too many hoes
(your bitch said she wasn't gonna smoke no more)
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
187 maybe hell maybe heaven
Blowed off sawed off dirty mac 11
Bust one unforgiven fast life I be livin'
Young n***a pay attention know its life in prision
Masked up flagged up
N***a had his back turned, chopper shot his back up
Get his ass clapped up
Strippers famous
Always got smoke comin' out the chamber
Lames be in the wrong place at the wrong time
Talkin' about bad about me young n***as fine
Say you gonna rob me young n***a heard him
Got love for pat, young n***a served him
Used to cop from a old head so he curbed him
Got flat turned rat he murked him
These n***as play games like a killer
Weak ass n***a be bitch ass n***a
Real n***a like pat get money
Say to hell with these bitches fuck honey
I'mma get bread I'mma stack change
N***a get wrong I'mma blow his brain
Straight to kingdom come my n***a
Round here we ride foreign my n***a
Round here bodies be storin' my n***a
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me