"Flight 187" as written by Julio Gutierrez, Curtis James N Jackson and Sheldon ...
From the day you’re born, till the day you die
If you’re one of poor ones you just gotta work hard.

187 187 departure from the hood destination hell or heaven.X2

I’m a rider, say I’m a rider.X4

They putting pressure on me son now they want me to snap.
End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack.
I’m paranoid I’m feeling like niggas is trying to get me.
Forget the kids I’m shaving off my fucking head like Britney.
Man Dre won’t mix my records now I need talk to Jimmy.
I’m falling back in my old ways I’m riding with the semi.
Whose calling me is Chris he’s on the other line with Diddy.
But I don’t wanna talk right now my day is going shitty.
Why’s Jay rocking that Urkel look man isn’t he from Marcy.
They say he’s growing dreads and now he’s talking like a Yardie.
Man everything is changing I don’t understand a thing.
I guess this is that bullshit that all that money brings. I’m on Flight…

187 187 departure from the hood destination hell or heaven. X2

I’m a rider, say I’m a rider X4

My baby momma boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me.
I’m laughing cuz she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes.
That just makes him one of 50 niggas wanting to murd me.
Niggas found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey.
You can ask my son he’ll tell you my Dad’s fucking crazy.
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fucking hates me.
Shady didn’t invent me but a star is what he made me.
I blow your fucking mind now if I told you what he paid me.
He gave me all the pills he had like that’s why I’m so high.
It makes me feel so good now that I’m not so scared to die.
I wish a nigga would act hear a motherfucker try.
You get at me and miss you kiss yo black ass goodbye. I’m on Flight…

187, 187, departure from the hood destination hell or heaven.X2

I’m a rider, say I’m a rider.X4

My lawyers on retainers every one I give them stacks.
In case they wanna set me up for murder like Max.
Man I wasn’t the shooter I was never on the scene.
So if they do forensics they’ll find out it wasn’t me.
There’s no need for a lie detector I ain’t saying shit.
The more you talk the higher chance is you’re doing a bit.
Today I read the paper it said Tru Life caught a case.
They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face.
I spoke to Michael Vick I told him I’m happy he home.
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on.
When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck.
So you get back and shake it on the field show them what’s up. I’m on Flight…

187, 187, departure from the hood destination hell or heaven.X2

I’m a rider, say I’m a rider. X4


Lyrics submitted by QOTSAJunkee

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