50 Cent – Flight 187 – Sözler – Lyrics From the day you’re born, till the day you die If you’re one of poor ones you just gotta work hard. 187, 187, departure from the hood destination hell or heaven. I’m a rider, say I’m a rider x4 They putting pressure on me son now they want me to snap. End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack. I’m paranoid I’m feeling like niggas is trying to get me. Forget the kids I’m shaving off my f…..g head like Britney. Man Dre won’t mix my reco