This is a song about "Bite of 87"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Of yours, we just defy it, c'mon, bite us, try to justify it, it's you, not us that's righteous

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Lightens the mood with ribs, never be able to take a bite of you

Three times cause fate had my side

But i swear i don't bite,

Too bad that dawg is unauthentic all bark with no bite

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

I'm treated empirically even if i bite you

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

So dont bite my style and lay on the madness of hate

I bed-rock bitches ironic like camaro 87 engines

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I'll write, type, with these words i bite,