50 Cent – Flight 187 lyrics

Album: Before I Self Destruct

Till the day you die... if your one of the poor ones you just got to work hard

Chorus
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida

They putting presure on me son they want me to snap
End up like X and whitney in my mansion smokin crack
I'm parrionoid I'm feeling like niggas are trying to get me
Forget the kids I'm shavin off my head like fucking brittney
Man dre wont mix my reconds now I need to talk to jimmy
I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi
Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with diddy
But I dont want to talk right now my day is goin shitty
Why J rockin that erclie look isnt he from marcy?
They say hes growin dreads and hes talking like a yatti
Man everything is changing I dont understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit money brings

My baby mama boyfriend likes to talk like he can hurt me
I'm laughin cuz she kissed him in the mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him of 50s niggas wants to murk me?
Niggas found my truck and broke it up out there in jersey
You can ask my son he will tell ya my dads fucking crazy
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fucking hates me
Shady didnt invite me but a star is what he made me
Ill blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left that why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now I'm not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would I dare a mothafucka try
You get at me and you can kiss your black ass goodbye

My lawyers all contained cuz every month I give them stacks
Them pigs want a semi if theirs a murder like macks
Man I wasnt the shooter I was never on the sceene
So if they do phroenzics then they will know it wasnt me
Theres no need for a lie dictor cuz I aint sayin shit
The more you talk the higher your chance is your doin a bid
Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case
They said they found the victum with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke it michael vick and 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 can back and shake it on the feild and show them whats up

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