Ain't go to tell me, partner, 'cause I know It's getting paid in '87, boy Straight up Nigga, what's happening? Nigga, you know me NATAS in this bitch The momentum of this party will only increase If you turn this shit up and say fuck the police Fresh out the ninth precinct, just released Never witness a slug I'm about to release I go hard on these motherfuckers, anti sucker machine Street sweeping these streets clean Seems you player haters [?] to kill me Now feel me in the worst way I'm first to lay, the first to say NATAS ain't making pay I be at the titty bars fuckin' with hoes Fuck all those hoes who chose to oppose My man and me, two hoes and Hennesy I'm still fuckin' hoes from here to Tennessee I got the mind of a '87 hood nigga [?] NATAS we never thought that you would figure The trigger would spit at you the color red My mother said by '99 I'll be dead 1987 (1987) (That's right) 1987 (The year 1987) For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket 'Cause you don't wanna see a million dollar profit On top of shit like the FBI, let me ride And you'll see why I'm high, if I can't blaze, let me die All my niggas runnin' wild from here to Belle Isle (That's right) If you wanna get at me, I'm at Tiger's off Seven Mile And if I ain't fuckin' with your baby mama I be gettin' shit made in Tijuana Can you rock it up like this, ship it with the quickness Who the witness? You the witness, it's '87 bitch strictly business I die for the green, kill like the routine And do things, I scream Reel Life, fuck a dream I'm the number one ganster, pass me the J 'Cause my niggas smoke on weed all day Come on everybody, let me hear you say Nineteen (Nineteen) eighty-seven (Eighty-seven) 1987 (Uh huh, 1987, the year was) 1987 (1987, uh huh) (Yo) You might see me on a corner smokin' some herb (That's me) But I live like a nigga movin' twenty birds Ain't no palm trees, no movie stars And niggas out here don't care who you are And one times no friend of mine (Fuck 'em) They be grabbin' on your nuts and feelin' on your behind And with my nigga Mastamind, I'ma rock the mic (That's right) And I could give a fuck less what your mama like Just two emcees and no DJ All I gotta say is don't fuck with me And don't fuck with me, 'cause Mastamind slangs rocks And I graduated from the school of hard knocks (Buck buck buck) I carry me a mag and it's always cocked They knockin' on my door, had to bust two cops Did you know somebody gettin' money for crack Back in 1987 1987 (1987, uh, it was the year) (That's right) 1987 (1987, uh, it was the year, uh) 1987 Yeah, 1987 Uh, surrounded by ghetto heaven It all went down in Detroit Mastamind, Esham, NATAS, in [?] like that, nigga Check it in, nigga Nigga