Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote free for downloading

Lyrics

I write about murder and death cause thats all in the hood, its good to be alive in 93 i guess that so but if i gotta go i gotta go i gotta go i guess i m just a soldier with a song out of the streets black
And when i hit 23 i hope i m livin well as you, stressin of that chronic sack but i feel death is knockin at my bed
i fie myself always pour brew out fo my friends
Thats why i m never leavin the house without my plastic glock, i m thinkin of self-murder i know i won t live forever, and when i hit 23 i hope i m livin well as you
which are right or wrong doin dirt doin good

I think i m being followed everytime i leave my home, i m wakin up in the morning thinkin of death as i break out in a cold sweat
you can see it never stops let that story tell itself
thats why i m never leavin the house without my plastic glock
And now i know inside i ll never see my boy again, writin to me monthly givin they homies sumtin to rap about Spice, thats why i m never leavin the house without my plastic glock
Which are right or wrong doin dirt doin good, got friends that have died and i mourn for their families, and all the youngsters gettin their cap peeled over coloured rags

i m havin dreams of a whole family put to rest
18--187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, thats why i m never leavin the house without my plastic glock, which are right or wrong doin dirt doin good
thinkin to myself i might just be in there one day
Wakin up inside my hooptie holdin my glock full of fright, and now i know inside i ll never see my boy again
I m wakin up in the morning thinkin of death as i break out in a cold sweat, and thats the definition of the 187 that he wrote 187, havin these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome

i used to hang wit killers and i didn t even know
sleep walkin with my pistol in the middle of the night
describin a way of life that they don t understand g so i mma keep breakin it down until dey understand me you see its real g and jealousy it roam my block
Comin up strong while in crack yo g its all good, got friends that have died and i mourn for their families, its good to be alive in 93 i guess that so but if i gotta go i gotta go i gotta go i guess i m just a soldier with a song out of the streets black
This chronic got me noid i need to get a job, some stayed about the big house and still slangin yay

Stressin of that chronic sack but i feel death is knockin at my bed, which are right or wrong doin dirt doin good
I write about murder and death cause thats all in the hood, describin a way of life that they don t understand g so i mma keep breakin it down until dey understand me you see its real g and jealousy it roam my block
i m thinkin of self-murder i know i won t live forever
I think i m being followed everytime i leave my home, and all the youngsters gettin their cap peeled over coloured rags
Visions of a dead man body bags, i think i m being followed everytime i leave my home

Its good to be alive in 93 i guess that so but if i gotta go i gotta go i gotta go i guess i m just a soldier with a song out of the streets black, and thats the definition of the 187 that he wrote
I m thinkin of self-murder i know i won t live forever, got friends that have died and i mourn for their families
Its good to be alive in 93 i guess that so but if i gotta go i gotta go i gotta go i guess i m just a soldier with a song out of the streets black, tryin to wash their money they wanna go on tour g gettin into the business learn about the industry Spice, i m havin dreams of a whole family put to rest
Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse, and when i leave the house she just stares out the window Spice, try to help em out doin everythang i can
I m tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together, cause if they want it they ll take it and kill for it and if its worth sumptin then blood gettin spilled for it my mother thinks i m goin crazy

i m havin dreams of a whole family put to rest
and thats the definition of the 187 that he wrote
havin these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome
I m tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together, wrestlin wit my homies as a youngster age 4, sleep walkin with my pistol in the middle of the night