[Chorus 2x] There was a 187 on 24th Street There was a 187 on 24th Street Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street See you can get yo mind tore up fuckin wit us, we let straps bust [Brother Lynch] 21st Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few Every night I used to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my strap Cuz block niggas don't sock niggas they shoot niggas in the back While you ain't lookin, yo livin get tooken, run up in yo living room With choppers tryin to take out yo poppers, it's a fucked up interlude I was only 17 with a dream in a scheme Apparently the gangsters took me under, no wonder It must of been a gang bang thang and the slang caine game Gotta maintain range on you roaches like dirty poachers I may leave you in the game even if you broke shit Cuz I don't give a fuck I put the quarter in the slot And play the game until I see what I got, I let straps pop If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so I pop fools Never unsderstood em couldn't understand em and I'm not too Down for half them bandits so I ran it the way I had to Met him in the park after dark And it took less than seconds for the 9 to spark the park [Chorus 2x] [Brother Lynch] See it's drastic, put yo body all up in plastic We drag shit to the river and deliver yo ass quick We always bad kids didn't even like eachother that much All we did was mean mug and put that 9 on the clutch Niggas could get touched, we touchin em up like Gerry Curls