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Yeah, and you don't stop

It's still 1-8-7 on a motherf**kin' cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherf**kin' cop

n***ers that I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherf**ker flow sh*t
And let me know what's up and they can blast on
Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on

Death Row come to show you all the game at
And show you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me and, time is money
But never in the P-E-N, yo

Welcome back to Viet-Nam, California
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you
Every motherf**kin minute you on the West Side
The best side, 20 n***as that just died

Walkin' down the streets of L.A
Stay strapped cause n***as bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops
So on this spot gettin' popped, shot

Droppin' like this and like that
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back
So creep when you in the C-P-T
You catch heat from f**kin' with' the D-R-E

I got my eyes on the sh*t unfolding
And n***as in the trunk
Cause they know the type of sh*t that I be holding
If there's another word said
I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, n***a

Yeah, and you don't stop!

Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherf**kin' cop

Yeah, and you don't stop!

Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherf**kin' cop

3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1
Head away, sent away, get away Snoop's got a gun
And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put they ass in the mix

Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars
Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar
Scared as a motherf**ker, cause I'm fresh out
But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend

Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop
Until the last n***a that you know drop
Another n***a out, but I doubt that you really give a f**k what it's about

Now, 99 pigs on a block with me
Not a motherf**kin' cop wanna knock with me
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherf**kin'
D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C

Look at what the doc brought in
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothaf**kin 22

So if you wanna blast, n***a we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so f**k 'em

Yeah, and you don't stop!

Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherf**kin' cop

Yeah, and you don't stop!

Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherf**kin' cop

Splat to a motherf**ker face, he fall
Strong motherf**ker cause he starts to crawl
I guess I gots to load the Glock again
Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin

f**k it, I had to do this quick
Grabbed the Glock 17, the clip went click
Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him

That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks
Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack
Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect
I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck

Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind
1-8-7 and it's on again

Well it's on

And it's on

And it's on

And it's on

Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherf**kin' dome
And it's on

And it's on

And it's on

And it's on

Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherf**kin' dome

f**k 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip
n***as keep your hands on your motherf**kin' sh*t

Yeah, and you don't stop!

Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherf**kin' cop

Yeah, and you don't stop!

Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherf**kin' cop..

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