Last Dance

Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me

Don't want to go to jail, I'm tired of getting arrested G

I know I'm sinning when I sell crack

But to a young nigga like me a G it ain't no turning back

Trying to settle down is hopeless

With a nagging old lady and a baby I can't cope with it

A chance is something that I never had

I'm standing on this corner I got my rocks up in a skittles bag

Can't make a move without my boy

I wear a bulletproof vest and watch my back cause I'm paranoid

You know the ghetto is a trap

I'm not 2Pac but these jealous niggas got me strapped

Raised like a criminal and born a bastard

Visions of the jail or the grave, a closed casket

Reminiscing about my murdered friends

But I'm proud of selling drugs

Supplying my family with these dividends

My nerves bad nigga, like a rockstar

I'm tired of swallowing dope every time I see a cop car

Can't leave this spot till all my fucking crack gone

Six rocks snuff I ask the Lord to let me make it home

Cause I'm a nigga on the run

If you talk that shit I'm gonna have to get my damn gun

Cause I can't take no chance

Either me or you gon' die, I guess that'll be your last dance

Yo 187 dash, 187 dash

Dance, this will be your last dance

187 Dash, 187 dash

Dance, dance fool, this will be your last dance

Last call for alcohol

I mean blood didn't spill on the wall

Last call for alcohol

I mean blood didn't spill on the wall

Blood on my palms and I pack a Glock

For these suckers and bitches that

Try to beat me on my fucking rock spot

But Mia X got your back B

Cause ain't no bitch nor they kinfolks ever gon' faze me

And if you step to us killers then you dead

Cause I sleep with an HK trey eight and this infrared

Another broad ass nigga on his back dude

And if it's on your mind we got that second line banned for you

And for you, what about you and you

Don't fuck with my crew cause I'll do y'all too

Bust caps on whoever, whenever, however, wherever

So the crowd better start ducking

Cause these No Limit TRU soldiers still ain't finished fucking busting

Won't leave no witnesses to talk about it

Mr. Serv-On got life insurance and I'm 'bout it 'bout it

Now don't doubt the way we do this

And bitches who think they bad enough prepare to eat some bullets

So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth

Ain't no butterflying on the floor but may he rest in peace

Yo 187 dash, 187 dash

Dance, this will be your last dance

187 Dash, 187 dash

Dance, dance fool, this will be your last dance

I'm waking up in cold sweats I just realized

It wasn't a dream I shot that fool in a drive-by

Another victim of the dope game

That nigga tried to rob me of my heroin and cocaine

A lot of pride, a lot of heart so how you figure

My rep was on the line, of course I had to kill that nigga

Crept up on him playing basketball

Rolled my window down and shot that bitch with my sawed off

I'm kind of crazy you can't get me

A lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me

I'm 'bout that dope, pussy money bro

Just got out of jail and already back to slanging dope

My daddy wasn't there for me G

And my mama left me in the house abandoned at the age of three

So don't you ask me why I'm heartless son

Cause I was raised by some killers so I guess I gots to be one

I'm down for whatever

Murder, selling drugs, or robberies in any kind of weather

My girl say I won't live long

I'm sick cause I idolize Scarface and Al Capone

Only my niggas understand me

Master P, King, Young Bigg, and Silkk, and Cali G

So don't fuck with T-R-U man

And if you do, this will be your last dance

Yo 187 dash, 187 dash

Dance, this will be your last dance

187 Dash, 187 dash

Dance, dance fool, this will be your last dance