187 Proof

[Verse 1] I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosbys I go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony See how this vicious cycle could fuck wit you psychologically You best cooperate with the state or become they property Bitch my name be ringing bells from the street to the jailhouse And it ain't no transaction unless I came wit my scale out Roll in yo college, I just might fuck up and fail out Fucking bitch after bitch, stacking my chips, all I care bout Fuck a GPA, bitch I need a CPA, come and count it up Thousand thugs be always tryna catch him in a crowd around the bus Guess it's bout to go down, if you down to fuck, then you down wit us I know hoes that won't smoke, but stay sloppy drunk and get powdered up This Corporate Thug World, they like you but they love the realest Straight Gary gangsta shit, didn't come up off no fucking gimmicks, bitch 2Pac ain't back cuz he got set up and shot in the chest Biggie ain't either, so won't y'all gon let them niggas rest? [Hook] I'm 187 proof, streets or the fucking booth I'm hard to kill like Steven Seagal wit yo fucking troops Yo choppas ain't chopping shit if yo niggas ain't down to shoot And I'm ready to R.I.P. any nigga that y'all recruit Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the fucking booth I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth It's Gibbs, bitch [Verse 2] A walking 187, 187 crazy Sick like Moammar Gadhafi, straight 187 babies I reach for that reefer stench and my shit knocking Brotha Lynch So lock me in correctional, but you can't fix me or fucking see me You know who you fucking with? A nigga who got shit to lose I got niggas that rob you and rape yo bitch if they in the mood Check my record, I been a fool, semi autos all in my locker Flow stupid like I rode the bus to school with Waka Flocka 187 ways to die, bitch, this the end 6 niggas put 600 holes in yo 600 Benz Bitch, I'm murder proof, I'mma live forever Duncan block, Virginia street, bitch, we the clique together Ask Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs) Killers in that 4th Ward, shout out to my nigga Slick Shout out to my nigga Hit, West side murder cat Some of my niggas flow, but most of them beat that murder rep [Hook] Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the fucking booth I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the fucking booth I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth It's Gibbs, bitch