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2009-07-22

187 Pure

I once knew a nigga named Endo Weed Used to hang out with killers Slang Ice and Speed Speed had a little bitch named Mary Jane Who had a brother named Coke and he carried a cane Coke and Endo two big macks Coke had a grenade, told Endo catch Doin' it just for fun best friends don't gank You catch 'em kickin' it at the park a lot f**kin' wit Dank Dank was real just a hardcore nigga Shot his bitch up 'cause she drank all the liquor Seen him at the park drinkin' 40's last week Did a drive-by on some niggas in a jeep He shot up heroin and P.C.P Some niggas from a clique called L.S.D These niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie Two midget a*s gangsters both strapped both nuttey One had the nine and the other had the 4-5 When they did a hit it took 'em both to drive Didn't use nuttin' fast like a vette or a jag Did a drive-by in the mutha f**kin' drop top zig-zag Coke and his sister Mary Jane On Marijuana Block drinkin' 40's to the brain And wadn't trippin' off the gunshots 'Cause on Marijuana Block no one calls the cops The mutha f**kin' murder rap got you keyed for sure 'Cause it's 187 pure, check it out Endo, Endo Endo smoked 'em all Sesame street, where Coke pimped ho's with a gla*s pipe And got paid green at midnight Wadn't no more Hennessey So the cops had ta roll up sess for me Officer Taylor with the high beams Talkin' that gang shit strapped wit a dope screen Ran up on Coke and Jane f**ked up Coke and beat him down with his own cane Said you better quit f**kin' with Dank 'Cause if you don't I'll turn your a*s to crank And smashed off on a speedball 'Cause he just got the Doobie brothers drive-by call Dank hit the corner something caught his eye That s*xy a*s black bitch chocolate tye She was thick and rich, bitch couldn't be cuter Had nice brown eyes and a big round budda Took her to the 'tel didn't pull no stunts Told the bitch he was f**kin', the nigga was quite blunt The mutha f**kin' murder rap got ya keyed for sure 'Cause it was 187 pure, check it out Th-th-this is your brain on Endo Th-th-this is your brain on (God damn) Th-th-this is your brain on (This that real shit, damn) Th-th-this is your brain on (God damn boy) Th-th-this is your brain, brain brain on (Where the f**k you get this from 73rd, shit?) Th-th-this is your brain Th-th-this is your brain Th-th-this is your brain on ...

Spice 1

Apr 1992

Spice 1
  1. In My Neighborhood
  2. 187 Proof
  3. East Bay Gangster (Reggae)
  4. Money Gone
  5. 1-800-Spice
  6. Peace To My Nine
  7. Young Nigga
  8. Welcome To The Ghetto
  9. Fucked In The Game
  10. Money Or Murder
  11. City Streets
  12. 1-900-Spice
  13. Break Yourself
  14. 187 Pure