187 On A Beat

[Intro] Yeah Phips in the building (?) Yessir Yah [Verse] It's 187 on Any beat get dropped, Spitta stepping on Step into the booth, welcome to the Terror Dome You looking at the reason that she never home It's like the weed smoke make pheramones Put it in the air, let them know she good to go Like food in a bag at a drive up window Dude you a fag, what you looking over here for Ain't nothing but a real ass nigga Scaling the building on a ill ass mission Trailing me, trying to see how air craft living Hanging in the hanger, just chilling Playing Scattegories with some bitches Chicken catchatori in the stove in the kitchen Shorty in the robe, I'm in some suede black 6's Durag flow, nigga, laid back lyrics One of the trillest to jump in it for a minute All about business, amazing how I pull it off, always twisted Spitta David Hasselhoff, Michael Knight Make a Trans-Am pop a wheelie like a motorbike Rhyming to the women, karate kicking Dolomite In the '72 Nova, rebuilt engine Got the frame shaking like a polaroid picture A lot of boys paranoid, worried about Spitta Probably choking on their blunts when they saw me on the television Knew they love it, saying they ain't fucking with it Limewire it, download, drag and click it Analyzed it over and over, study my delivery Try to copy it, and fail miserably To be conducted in a lab, this is chemistry Marvel high G from New Orleans And this big dog from Harlem clicked up and made history Yeah And its one-eight-seven on a motherfuckin' (If you don't quit) Beat (If you don't quit)