187 He Wrote - Spice 1
I'mtryin'to keep my aces and my deuces all together I'mthinkin'of selfmurderI know I won'tlive forever This chronic got me noid I need to get a job But instead I want to sell d**ehang on a rope and steady mobb I'mwakin up in the morning thinkin'of death as I break out in a cold sweat I'mhavin dreams of a whole family put to rest Visions of a dead man body bags And all the youngsters gettin'their cap peeled over colored rags I write about murder and death 'causethat'sall in the hood Comin'up strong while in crack yo G its all good Describin'a way of life that they don'tunderstand G So Imma keep breakin'it down until dey understand me You see its real G and jealousy it roam my block That'swhy I'mnever leavin'the house without my plastic glock Cause if they want it they'lltake it and kill for it And if its worth sumptin'then blood gettin'spilled for it My mother thinks I'mgoin'crazy And when I leave the house she just stares out the window I think I'mbeing followed every time I leave my home Havin'these fatal thoughts of gettin'chrome to my dome [Chorus]18,187me say the murder the murder he wrote 18,187me say the murder the murder he wrote ,blow Did things up in the past that I regret at 22And when I hit 23I hope I'mlivin'well as you Its good to be alive in 93I guess that so But if I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go I guess I'mjust a soldier with a song out of the streets black Stressin'of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin'at my bed Sleep walkin'with my pistol in the middle of the night Wakin up inside my hooptie holdin'my glock full of fright Violent in this art that'sonly because its comin'from a G to the heart Got friends that have died and I mourn for their families Bringin'flowers to dey graves every time I get a chance G Nothin'like a old school homie from the hood Which are right or wrong doin'dirt doin'good And now I know inside I'llnever see my boy again I fie myself always pour brew out fo my friends [Chorus]I'mkeepin'all my pictures from my homies up in jail If I told you what dey did it will problably turn your pale I used to hang with killers and I didn'teven know Wrestlin'with my homies as a youngster age four Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse Writin'to me monthly givin they homies somethin'to rap about Tell me do my music and don'ttrip off what dey say Thinkin'to myself I might just be in there one day Some stayed about the big house and still slangin'yay And now dey stayin'under diction of feds everyday Tryin to wash their money they want to go on tour G Gettin'into the business learn about the industry Try to help 'emout doin'everythang I can I still gotta worry bout the next jealous man My homies gettin'robbed so they rob somebody else You can see it never stops let that story tell itself I'mwalkin'with my head down pervin'in the rain Thinkin'deep askin'myself am I insane I think about that daily and I'mleavin'on that note And that'sthe definition of the 187that he wrote [Chorus]Guitar score
187 He Wrote Artist: Spice 1
Capo: 0
Key: Bb
Difficulty：
Tempo: 71
Time Signature: 4/4
Hot: 106
Creation time: 2023-05-12 187 He Wrote Guitar Tab, arranged and transcribed by Chordance, complete with staff notation and numbered musical notation. The song was composed by and performed by Spice 1. This guitar tab is in the key of Bb and is a Beginner version, suitable for players at the Beginner level. A must-learn piece for guitar enthusiasts. Strum the guitar, open the piano, and experience the mood conveyed by Spice 1 at that time～
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