Time for A 187

Master P

Ice Cream Man

Time For a 187

-Uhhh, ******s than ****** up

-******, its time to roll

-Pass me them ****** chasers

-Time to do a 187

-Its time for a murder

-If you a G ******, load your *******t up

Some ****** got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough

Bout to hit the window gats out the window

and goin crazy, ******s can't phase me

If you come up short, ******s bout to read daisies

This your final call, I mean your final breath

And when I hit you with that tech I'm bout to put you to rest

I'm crazy, psycho and outie

******s can't ****** with me the set is ****** cloudy

Lay your ass face down on your stomach

You know you dead for ****** with my money

P don't take no *******t

Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7

Tryin to get paid

And lose these hoes in the **** game

Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man

Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager

And haul you, and when you call back you dead ******

You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with

Its time to face death

Last smoke, last dash you last jump

I'ma let you live, psyche

Chorus:

It's time for a 187 (drive slow, dim the lights)

I think I see the enemy (time to do this)

A 187 (drive slow)

I think I see the enemy (dim the lights)

A 187 (time to do this)

I think I see the enemy (roll down the window)

This will be your last drink, ****** (roll down yo window)

Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide

Did a drive-by ****** it I'm from the Southside

To Richmond, California ******s don't give a ******

But if you come *******zzort, you in that black truck

Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken

When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger

******s from the south keep one up in the chamber

I mean we G's

Who you be, what set you with

****** do you know me

If you don't you dead

Ain't no love for ****roaches, cause roaches get sprayed

And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, bullets in my vein

See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach

Eyes hella-red been up all night countin drug money

But ready to roll with my homies

And after the party, once again its on G

Chorus

I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers

That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shoulder

I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye

When you ****** with mine's you gotta die

And if your name get scratched off the wall ******

There you go, just took a fall trick

When that No Limit tank start hittin'

****** them gats start spittin, good riddance

You better run like "The Running Man"

but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, ****** this your last game

That beam at your forehead

I don't give a ******, you can't run from the infrared

And when I catch you, you murdered

Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle

Got cho' head weaving and wobbling

Crying, you scared to die you slobbin

You beggin for you life

I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright

Chorus