Verse 1
[Lunasicc]
All you niggas better stay off the block
Cuz I got my glock cocked got seen mom and daddy
Smoke them blocks but now my dad's gone the funk is on
And retaliation from and a think think he ain't did
I'm going to break his back bone and stuff you down
While we mobb you back in the jag leaving the stuff
We mobbing them up leaving them in body bags
Shackled them up going for the kill and two G'z
Niggas ain't no awol cutlass get aways clean
Careful seeing'em be cuz they was popping
Niggas don't know what it was and the hoes keep jocking the block
Keep'em rocking nigga don't know where you going to hide to or
Hit the scene niggas pulling they thang back with that awol team
Nigga ohh where did you go nigga how you gonna creep
Niggas don't know I'm mobbing back straight one deep
Whereever I go they gone feel his name the maniac
We mobbing just like us with the fo fo strapped to the kap
Nigga ohh where you hide or nigga ohh where you sleep
Niggas didn't know what it was but now you going to feel
Them thangs as we creep is that you seen through the fog
Niggas don't know 16 mobbing in the back only with them real hogs
Dog where your scene and where's your place at
Niggas better hold that dank one more time for that maniac
Where did you go how did you play where did you sleep
Niggas didn't feel the thangs
Now you know awol niggas are on the thangs
As we wanna know as we pop back
Leave them niggas stuck up whole and now you got your whole strap

Chorus [C-bo]
One eight seven one eight seven
They riding on my bumper busting with a mack 11
One eight seven one eight seven
They riding on my bumper busting with a mack 11
One eight seven one eight seven
They riding on my bumper busting with a mack 11

Verse 2
I hit the pedal when I went straight smashing
High off the chronic dam near about to straight hashing
I'm on my way to the house of depression and they
Ain't teaching me shit but hug myself and carrying a nine glock clip
The feds wanna trip because I'm in a stolen vehicle
But they can't catch me I be five but you don't feel me though
Step on the strip now I'm taking that ol ususal way
Strapped with that powerful thing that be blowing straight away
I already told ja I'm off the fucking doja
Carry a gat cuz if you fuck with this I'm gonna smoke ya
It's just that awol who you busters didn't have a clue
We just some hustlers stacking G'z in this fool

Verse 3
I breaks them off with this sac town shit packing my clip
Stacking ends in the nine six but hater tell war stories
Won't quick grip I gets lick in pit these things get laid
While nigga gonna do time for pussy when a real mack spit that game
Posted up in the hood everyday what a nigga do
Caught up shit triggas when niggas lose running game
Making these bitches go insane
You both supposed to behave like suckers six vouges
On three wheels jumping on muthafuckas
My nigga x-low no joke going to coat back and forth
Will be back in no time like these G'z
Like these niggas be playing spokes I smokes on the chronic
Leaving my eyes like I so haze ohh
That dear GOD why niggas on the streets wanna fade me

Chorus [C-bo]
It's one eight seven one eight seven
They riding on my bumper busting with a mack 11
It's one eight seven one eight seven
They riding on my bumper busting with a mack 11
It's one eight seven one eight seven
They riding on my bumper busting with a mack 11

Verse 4
[C-bo]
My homie took a bullet in the kidney hk in my hand
Down on one knee on this side q.ball don't die
Mad as fuck and I don't understand why the little B.G'z
Didn't bust no cap after a five minute shoot out
Still had a loaded strap dam and they supposed to be
Hardcore bangers and I only got the empty cock back chamber
Praying for my homie not to rest in peace the shit stay right
To take a life from a O.G. retaliation is all I can think
They could tear and kurupt didn't hear come the p.d. dam
I gotta get and my homie don't look to good
I hear the bird over the hood now I got faith he will make it
Without a doubt this next album out is dedicated
To my homie Q-ball rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya'll
So-called homies I don't know the meaning when I'm tearing you down
But when I'm going down you don't wanna see me
Ain't no love in this Garden block life
And I won't sweat to put a bullet in your chest and
Have you next on the ghetto flight