Above The Law - 1996 lyrics

[Intro: KM.G] Yeah, much dedication To Uno Untro Theatre He loved that wicked sh** It's for 9-6 Too much mix [Verse 1] [KM.G] Make me a picture, sweet as a memory No enemies allowed or enabled to get in to me Hot, fills by body, makes my blood swoll Real motherf**ers that was seven years loyal We lost my n***as 6 months ago And people said: that we out the dark But we remained sick thick with sh** The Pimp Clinic, n***as in the Park [Cold 187Um] Cause see, cash rules everything around I'm lookin' for a b**h to take 10 of them things out town Cause n***as outta state got the proper price A couple of fights, back and forth and we be head tight You're tryin' to floss, sellin' dopes on the corner It's 1996, lay you on some white sh** If the po-pos done b**hin', them player-haters willin' I be sippin' on the Alizé way up on the hill Waitin' for Tomica to check in So we can grab the money, make a profit and re-up again Yeah, it's like my life's one way big hustle 3-65 mothaf**er 3-65 mothaf**er 3-65, yeah [Chorus: KM.G] What see, we're lettin' y'all n***as know the motherf**in' real What see, how the motherf**ers, that get your f**in' cap peeled What see, we're lettin' y'all motherf**ers turn to the real Cause I might right trip, Above the Law n***as'll k** at will [Verse 2] [KM.G] Come on, KM.G, no need to be limit again Count the money, so I can get wet, sweat that a** Who can let the n***a smoke that hash? There's too many Glocks in the motherf**in' stash We can't walk through the clean part of town Cause the skinny busters, n***a, might steal our f**in' sound And get draw down quick like quick gore Talent bullets to they dome more leave you hardcore In stores, so what you need? And we got that funk sack that wets your f**in' feet Take you to valley with the chirmin' in Alley n***as shootin' bangers, California street gangsters [Cold 187Um] Ugh, I got the infra-red set on the tech, ready to roll On some punk-a** n***as tryin' to pop like they swoll Sayin' we put whack sh** out When they knew our first LP was rolled straight out of the Fatike house That's why I roll with the sickest That's why they call me 187 and my style is the wickedest f** the B-Boy the truck I checked my nuts cause I be number one on the block Still gettin' f** Yo, I keep it real motherf**er Still I am a murderer, still I am untouchable That was like 1989 now it's 1996 And the only thing changed is my cars and my tilt Plus everything else has changed Many losses and many new names Ugh, and that name was Above the Law Is that mothaf**er, it's all I want Yeah, I said it, I put that on my great aimin' See I be true to this sh** I be claimin' Yeah, yo, yo, bring that sh** back again we gonna blow you You know, we're sick, I mean sick [Chorus & Outro: KM.G & Cold 187um]