Above the Law - Playin' Your Game

you see pimpin' is big business
it's been goin' on since a big gang of time
and it's gonna continue straight ahead

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
so you can call me what you want but I'ma pimp
I give you just enough to please you, but I'll never never simp
cause nowadays female be plan to roll like how they call top notch
until they found out what the player is really got
then awww awww, here comes the philly conversation
they asked me where I'm goin' on my next vacation
is it with my homies, am I rollin' solo
or is it at the female, if not in vechile
I said baby if go you know you got to be my freak
I was thinkin' up fly me Key-west, umm, for about a week
it's a range, macks, relax and tax
then lay out in the sun while you rub my back
to live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frills
ummm, so you would set big deal, to me it's an everyday chill...

[Verse 2: Km.G]
you see you friendly conversation is really alright "yeah"
I was rollin' down the coast with a hoe last night
not the average hoe, I'm talkin' feelin' me on
she was fly, big thighs, oooh maa, but she was technically low
but I owes the hoe
she didn't has much knowledge she was almost at the high school
and on her way to college, a nerdy type hoe
but behind closed doors she keep harasin' the gold
she was a P.O.E.M, up on the hoe, you got me goin' up the wall
you stick your hands in my panties they cold flexin' my balls
somethin' new and, called around the world
I put my hands behind my head, I said go on girl
you get into it but don't do it
not the fast, I got the shit set up
so you don't have to go back to class
..missin' around and kissin' you know what to do
I pick you up about 11 and then we Ron De Vu...

[Chorus:]
play on baby, how many wanna play
tramps
play on baby, how many wanna play

[Verse 3: Cold 187Um]
now, I got too many honeys but none I treat the same
some that make me money and some that work the fame
but not too close because they get too comfortable
they come in your wishes, was whom becomes expense
or approach with the I woe
you know, no hoe, gets no, Dizzno
yo, you know, chillin' like the Villain
you about to move in heaven
but got problem about the mad him self coooold one eighty seven
they must've heard that I roll with the hoes with the clout
and I'ma bone when it comes to turn bitches out
see there's no wise to play the player while he is playin'
you're trippin' of what I'm sayin'
that's why you steady payin' hoe
you know, I gotta go....

[Verse 4: Km.G]
you see, the finally show trick her name was Tusday "ooohh"
I pumped the little trick up all the Wednesday "yeah"
she had a real nigga, his name was Bolo
a straight mega Gs that built to sax solo
so Kilo told me how the bitch was way out scandalous
and trampin' was her job until I let hoe handled this "uha"
spendin' his dollars on me, the pimp scholar "yeah"
all I had to do is put a dime, make the hoe holla
she thought she had it goin' on, a true fantasy
a fool to juice and gigolo to creep like a G, you see
she told her home girl Karan
soon a nigga like me, two tramps I was sharin'
they was addicted to the ride and started playin' each other "who"
givin' up all the info and high I was they lover "damn"
ballers straight checked the bitch from north to south
then I explained to the brother about toss ups and cock knowledge "yeah"
there's bitch that's addicted to some dick in her throat
see, you your tramp show that ass then you come up short
so play that game and true niggaz'll stay in it
peace from A.T.L true mega pimp clinic, cause..

[Chorus:]
play on baby, how many wanna play
play on baby, how many wanna play

[Outro: Over Voice]
you see it's easy to control minds
you see pimpin' is a big business
it's been goin' on since a big gang of time
and it's gonna continue straight ahead
but seems somebody out there don't like what I'm sayin'

Above the Law feat. Kokane- Everything Will Be Alright

[Cold187]
We for breakin backs in the 9-4, time to play a hoe
Like we never did before
Since the prices went up for a piece a ass
See I still get freebies cause I got gap
And when it comes to the question
"What have you done for me lately?"
Yo, G, I make them bitches hate me

[KMG]
So grab ya coat, grab ya hat, cause its like that
Ya try and play the role and ain't nothin but a hood rat
So don't front yeah you're names Terri not Halle
But you sprung like a motherfucker when I
Hit that berry and let a hoe know whats poppin
Cause it comes with the territory when you come a jockey

(CHORUS)
Everything will be all right
Everything will be all right
Everything will be all right
Everything will be all right

[KMG]
Yeah I'm in the mood I need a hoe with much aptitude
To creep wicked, to come kick it
With the P-I-M-P, pimp clinic number 1
Ya say I ain't shit but cha sprung
But ya holds the number then folds the number
Then ya crawls to my house for a late night slumber

[Cold187]
Yeah cause bitches in the 90s ain't shit
They claim that they a lady steady suckin every other niggaz dick
So now you at my house on my couch screamin out
My name, my status and my motherfuckin clout
"And ya nigga don't know whats goin on"
Cause he always broke and he always gone
Now people might say that I am scandlous
But it ain't my fault if a bitch can't handle this

(CHORUS)

[Kokane]
Now I just had lit a flya show
I bumped up so I gotta spit at the hoe
Yeah she bound to let me smoke but make no mistake
I gotta 8 year bid next day for a rape
Owww, actin like crows
And ya wonder why we call ya bitches and skeezas and hoes

[Cold187]
Yeah, she shoulda used the fuckin mase
Tryin to come up on the homie cause the county check was late
Uh, thats the problem with you bitches now-a-days
Since you drop a couple a babies think you kickin it and gettin paid
I waitin for Mr. Timesalt
So he can pull yo fuckin creep up, and pay my fuckin bills off

(CHORUS)

[Cold187]
I only speak of what I've been through best believe I've been around
From the pimp clinic, hip, keep ya veins in ya fuckin mouth
Bitches used to treat me like a bowl of onion soup
Now they gettin tossed on the hood of my Lexus Coupe
I keep clownin as you hoes cause you boos
I got the hat, the nose, and the motherfuckin funny shoes

[KMG]
I clown on the witness I kick this
Bookers in my business, know that I'm attracted to the bomb
And ya know the thing is ones around that like to play
And hit you up with that ass with no delay
Shit, I learned hoes like takin off they clothes
When them 100 dollar bills is on the flo' really doe

(CHORUS)

Above the Law - City of Angels (Remix)

feat. Frost
[Chorus]
Let me tell you something
about the way we do it, where we from
"In the City of Angels"
We are from Los Angeles
And no other city can handle us
But if you think you could
"Creep with me as I roll through the 'hood"

[Verse 1: ColdUm 187]
They always yelling out freeze
When I'm on the back streets gettin' mine
Dodging the law, dodging the chalk line
And if y'all feel me
I'mma keep it real for this episode
Takin' you all into some critical overload
What must I do to live in the City of Angels?
Pack a full clip with one cocked in the chamber? "that's right"
Cause it remains to be the same to me
I gotta be an O.G like my daddy
And my grandpappy
Don't ever test mine
Don't ever disrespect mine
Better yet I tote a 'Tec in case you ever cross the line
Yo, I'm like the crow
Low down and dirty
As I handle my business and as I take you on this journey
It ain't no City Of Angels where I'm at
It's just people playing get back and more get back
Yo, a lot of drama on my block but I never stress
Because I'm built like a Presidential Rolex
A lotta people die over the red or the blue
A lotta players hustle cause they got to
But if I ever go out 'fore I'm supposed to go
I'm goin' revenge myself like the Crow...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: KMG]
Welcome to the city of drag where my pants sag
And my homies still reying on the flag
Yeah, life starts to twist and turn
And it hits you at another angle "That's right"
Just some more drama in the City Of Angels
Violence is brought forth through many years
Broken memories, we cried so many tears
Ooh the Devil plays the repo man
And he's sucking up souls
As fast as he can
It ain't no question
It's in our nature
A 45 can bring out the criminal behaviour
When the clouds in the sky turn black and gloom
As soon as the smoke starts to fill the room
Your heart starts to beat, it's like the ritual
And the feeling that you get is somewhat spiritual
I'mma have to let you know how reality goes
Make you fly like the Crow as you slide into limbo.....

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Frost]
I see the clock strike half past
I'm movin' fast, quick to blast
I'm like an angel in the city with the devil's path
And everybody's out to get me
So I quickly stick and move
And if he moves I trip, my finger's itchy
I got a vision, I'm on a mission
Listen, I can hear 'em but I can't trust my intuition
I'm wishin' upon that midnight mystical
And through the darkness, I'm hoping for a miracle
I can't holler till you hear me
I gotta get me through the madness even though I'm guilty
And as I reload I'm all alone set to explode
Like a pathological murderer that's in the zone
I know the working, the spirit's lurking
I'm hurting, the triple six with the kiss got my soul searching
When I awoke I choked on a cloud of smoke
It was a dream and in my dream, I seen a black crow...

[Chorus] - 2X

Above the Law - Everywhere We Go

(Chorus)
Everywhere we roll, niggas act like they don't know
It's like everywhere we roll

(Verse 1 - Big Hutch)
See, in the 'hood, a little baby hollers
My momma said it's all about the dollar
Roll, ???, and Impalas
Just because the big homie hit it
We looked up to the homies 'cause we was young niggas wit' it
Spit on the sidewalk, outlined in chalk
We bail to the store, for the Thunderbird
What's the word, Playa?
Drop a sack, nigga
Me... Hutch is down so get it off... and bring yours back nigga
Beginnin', the lifestyle's a straight mystery
A nigga learned the game, fuck history
Started with a couple of zones, then we bought a bird
Time get up... a spot, fuck standin' on the curb
Somewhere... where, we can kick it with some bitches that's fine
Smoke... skunk weed, and drink, that Nitrane wine
Shiet... pimp ??? never talk about the grind
No misdomeanors, no small prize
ATL straight smokin' tonight!

(Chorus)
Everywhere we go, niggas act like they don't know
It's like, everywhere we roll
Everywhere we roll, niggas act like they don't know
It's like everywhere we roll

(Verse 2 - KMG)
I love... rollin' my Chevrolet
On the wicked back streets of Californ I, A
I know when I roll, you wanna test my fate
That's why I pack big heat, as I bounce, rock, skate
Never know no, catch me slippin' dippin' a turf
Fuckin' with me, find your dick deep in the curb
And you know I'm all about business
Slick get-a-ways, at a tight position
Quick to check a bitch, quick in a hurry
90 percent of y'all bitches ain't worthy
"Buy me this, take me out"
"Boo, I want a new car"
"Boo, I want a town house"
Yo, I never trust a bitch a 100 percent
That's why I never trick
You can get some dick, but no chips
Now, I once knew this bitch named Tina, super cold
Fucked more niggas than Vanessa Del Rio
Then I met Sam... Ooh, God damn!
I met her back stage at the Oak-Town Summer Jam
A felony hoe, a season pro
Did me and Kim G
And our sound man, Pee Wee
What about Donna?
I thought you wouldn't mess
Moved to L.A., with prospects to be a actress
She's in the movie that will never come out
Freak Fest 2000, pimp, drink, smoke out!

(Chorus - Change "niggas" to "bitches")

(Chorus - Again)

Above the Law - Black Superman

[*dialogue from the movie "Above the Law"*]
"You heard about what's goin on in there?"
"Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much"
"This isn't bullshit my friend"
"Do you know somethin?"
"Don't listen" "What'd you know?"
"Maybe I do and maybe I don't"
"What I say is that they ain't got no business negotitaing"
"We gonna be goin back in they're wit a bullet for every yard"
"Is that right?"
"We do it now, we do it later, later it can be new use"
"Am I right Al?"
"Well, wait, wait minute Frank"
"We gotta a lotta angry guys in they're, black muslims
Panther's, Young Lord"
"Besides you average anti-social"
"So we gotta go in right, clean they're clocks"

(Verse 1: KMG)
I hit the loose juice, and pulls up in the duece
He gives me the scoop about the fake ass troops
And how nigga's out they're wanna play
I take another hit of the way, and then I blast away
How far playa?Far enough to go off the edge
I push another nigga off the ledge
So I stumble as I slide to the chevy
Yeah my eyes kinda teary, and gun kinda heavy
I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin
Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin
High powered on my way too the west side
To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fightings what I do, and nigga's in my crew
Don't take lightly, to you busta's, and so we say fuck you
Then buck you, tuck you in for the night
As you think about the paper at the funeral sight
So when I'm hangin wit the click, and we in demand
I feel good that the city of angel's call me black superman

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
*Computer Voice*
Now everybody sing, black superman
Now everybody know, black superman
Everybody sing, black superman
Now everybody know, black superman

*Phone rings&Hutch's answering machine picks up*
Yo this Hutch, I ain't in right now
But uh, leave a message at the beep
You know I'm out flossin&tossin, dippin and trippin
You know what I'm sayin

(KMG)
Aye Hutch man uh, they just leavin yo mama's house, um
I don't know what they got, but um
Man, they lookin for us man
Call me over peaches house(hangs up phone)

(Verse 2: Hutch)
Now it was once said by a known loc G
Always tryna come up, and yeah that's a G
Uh, cause when I bomb it's like a curse
Cause see once in a lifetime, everybody did some dirt
I guess it got to me the same
So at the age of 15, I enterted the dope game
I had my cane locked up tight
In the day I went to school, but I clarked all night
And when I went to class I always feel asleep
But I was out like a motherfucker, if somebody beeped
My teacher said, "boy can't it wait?"
I said, "naw I got to put some mo' icin on my cake"
I think I saved about 50 G's
I bought a truck, a house, and a coup on D's
Moms is trippin, but she really don't know
All I'm thinkin is she ain't on the county no mo'
Before my mama fucked wit the county again
I'd rather take the risk of doin 5-10
I'm not takin a chase, I'm staright makin a chase
So now we deserve, to get what we wanna get
I got my mama up outta they're
Because y'all motherfucker's just don't care
Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum?
Because my mama to me comes number one
Now you sucka motherfucker's don't understand
But to my mama, I'm her real black superman

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

Above the Law - Murder Rap

[ KM.G ]

Yo, Cold 187

They tryin to give you a murder rap

And you ain't even like that

Yo, serve these niggas, cause they deserve to get dissed
(Yeah)

(Check this out)



[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]

When I sit down and write and recite for the mic I hold

Make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and Cold

187, that is my name, makin it simple and plain

Here to rearrange and change

The things that I didn't do in the past

Don't be surprised when you got a shotgun up your ass

Perpetrators, that one was just for you

I'm gonna leave ya in your seat remaining without a clue

Glued to my style like a fiend on coke

But if you say the wrong thing, I wash your mouth out with soap

Dope is not the answer

No, I'm not a Cancer

No, I'm not a hero or zero

But a Leo in stereo

And this is not a demo

K-oss and Go Mack be cuttin the flex tempo

Fast



(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...) (4x)



[ KM.G ]

Yo, fingerprints ain't nothin without the murder weapon

Keep steppin

Homicide tried to sweat, but we let em have it

You can see they fear through they tears

Treat em like Robanes and give em some relief



[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]

I feel action speaks louder than words and verbs

And adjectives, I live the life, the given gift

Not who's first, second or third

Not he said or she said, or what you heard, nerd

Cause when you live like that, your life is mangled

In other words your life is all tangled

Up, I'm not a sucker, always go for mine

Powerlord that's hard from the start, and we will always (climb)

To the top as I seek and achieve

Sometimes that's even higher than the others believe

I'm not a doctor on a board, I don't have a degree

Not arrogant, egotistical, I'm the epitomy

Re-take, recline, keep suckers in line

Transform into another world as I recite these rhymes

187, he's as hard as it comes

And I don't have to brag about the size of my gun, son



(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...) (3x)



[ KM.G ]

Criminals don't use lyrics and define themselves as notorious

Brothers gotta learn hip-hop anger rages inside themselves

Your ??? will never resist to my contact K-oss and the homie G



[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]

187 breakin back, backbone of my group

Fat kid in my posse, and I'm gettin loose

Cause I'm takin out posses, causin bodily harm

Makin moves to improve as I begin to brainstorm

I'm not inferior, not takin no crap

Last sucker tried to dis me, cold got his neck slapped

Cause Power's my name, sometimes I'm insane

And if I get too mad, I have to rearrange

The posistion as a MC, that's the way it should be

The way I get over, I use terminology

That's comprehensive, redemptive

That's evidently not related to the style that you hear everyday

B-boy destroyin a toy, employin

While the other suckers are depressed, I'm enjoyin

What I'm doin, and ruin any insult of my position

Tell em KM.G - they on a mission



[ KM.G ]

They on a mission

They keep wishin you can't come off

187, you're a menace in your own mind

So take heed and proceed with caution

When he rhymes



(Now I got a murder rap)

(Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) --> Ice Cube

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...)

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...)

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...)

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin)

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...)

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...)

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...)

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin)

(Now I got a murder rap)

(Cause a brother like me said, well...)

(I got a murder rap)

Above the Law - Untouchable

[ KM.G ]

All hail to those who believe in lying

For they know the spirit of our life

True as a brother make his way in life

Shall he make it uncontrollable towards any other being


[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]

First let me explain that I'm a hustler

Now here's an example of what a hustler must do

In this lifetime you got two things

Bad and good, and ain't nothin in between

Now I'ma break down a little slogan

So you can figure out the path that I'm strollin

Some say it's hard, some say it's dirty

Some say it's all sex, money and murder

Now me myself, see, I'm a hustler

And I rather be that than a new jack buster

I'm always known for doin somethin

Cause I'm always in the mix when the shit start jumpin

At a club and at a house

If a sucker disrespect, I get upset

Now I'ma make my plan to get with it

I'ma hit, and seek, and destroy it

Now what could I really be sayin?

That all set aside, that I don't be playin

187's a killer, even iller

And I'm also a thriller

And of course I'm untouchable



It's not what you know, it's what you can prove

(For the so-called law) --> MC Ren



[ VERSE 2: KM.G ]

See, I got to misbehave, just a little taste

Push up, increase, yo, I start the phase

New lyrics, breakin like a running rebel

For the words are defined, cause we're on a higher level

Cause I'm goin out with Jack in my system

Hustlers from the house, you can just list them

Lookin for some heartbeat, ready to rumble

If I spot a soft sucker his world's got to crumble

Pardon me a moment, I be just at it

Brothers claimin what ain't there, they're rhyme bandits

I will arraign my death until I reach my peak

And if the king slip, I've got to impeach

(KM.G, do you have the contacts?)

The homie Ant, K-oss with the dope tracks

On the 12 spin, behind his back

2nd DJ jumpin off is Go Mack

On a mission to keep on dishin all fools

187 got the right, cause we wrote the rules

Lyrical techniques keep fools in a daze

Straight up your panjacks just to hear me faze

(Now what about the brother we took out?

Don't sweat him, cause he didn't have no clout

Cause yo, in attack I broke his back, I show no slack

And I never got caught because

I'm untouchable)



It's not what you know, it's what you can prove

(For the so-called law) --> MC Ren



[ VERSE 3: KM.G & Cold 187um ]

Untouchable, on the Cali streets

On the corner where the dope and destruction meets

Where a cool young brother could never be soft

On a top-dollar street where shit jumps off

You're never up on a, tagged as a tinted

You're tryin to get out, but you're already in it

Cause pooh-put suckers don't amaze me

Cause I live my life wild, ruthless and crazy

If I don't hit you, you probably hit me

How could it be, I'm the illustrator KM.G

And see, that's just one thing that never happens

KM.G, 187 - lose when we rappin

See, we slide out some suckers who be nappin

Grab the mic, put in the clip and commence to start cappin

Cause when we flow, we got dignity

And we're givin the world an opportunity

That there's a lesson to be taught when you come to our show

Cause we scratch on our table, and bust the rhyme flow

Plus our lyrics is steaks, and rhythms come clean

Do damage, break backs, if you know what I mean

We stay untouchable



It's not what you know, it's what you can prove

(For the so-called law) --> MC Ren

Above the Law - The Last Song

experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that

(KM.G)
KM.G will never be a trick
Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift
That only I possess
I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest
I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple
Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central
I'm a graduate and it's all legit
From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit
I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang
While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang
Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before
'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out
And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth

Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve
and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way,
You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre

(Dr. Dre)
Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer
But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a
Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell
Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell
'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda
When I'm on the mic, I demand a
Little bit of time to express myself
From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that
A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude
You know the deal, kicking some real shit
And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some
Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb
But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion
Then my dick starts top make an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song

Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real

(MC Ren)
Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell
down
You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down
Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull
The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're full
Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook
Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look
The villian was something nuff like a hero
Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros
The rest of the 100% was sent to do what I say
NWA and ATL and we don't play
The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly
See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me
But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker
When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker
The right and for the fight and the left will attend
We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song

From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream
The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff

(Eazy-E)
One muthafuking two muthafuking three
It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E
So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat
First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat
It's Eazy for me to come off like this
So you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss
Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight
And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate
(We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck

Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics
The notorious Cold

(Cold 187um)
187um, you know I gotta have it
Now being above the law is an everyday habit
If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't
Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint
Now everybody wants to chill, ill
And bill, now what the fuck is the deal
You need a nigga like me to get the shit going
187um has got the ultimate flowing
Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac
Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)?
An untouchable player rolled up into one mind
87 reasons why fools staying in line
'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger
I lay and spray anything in my way
'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central
Beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see
That ATL is straight to mega
Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega
And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on
Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song

Shout outs

Above the Law - 100 Spokes

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Ugh, now tell me who wanna step to the real?
As I'm beatin' down they block with my clip ready to trip
Ugh, yeah, now player haters gettin' chin checked quick
Runnin' off, back them off, like the jealous groupie
Sayin, I'ma jack him for his loot, all his loot
His house, his whore and his fly Lexus Coupe`
Well, if you killed me you can have all that
But if not, don't be surprised where that missle bein' lost at
And in his house, realest they can get
You better check your bitch cause you stuck
Ugh, yeah, and then it's just like you all takin' round
Cause they don't give a care about your girl or your child
Have you all tied up in your house
Dynamite ready to blast with a gauge in your mouth
Mad and stuck, cause you're squealin' like a snitch
But they gonna fuck up everybody and do it quick
Yo, to everybody that's gettin' hit up
Cause he got twisted way twisted and mixed up
Yo, cause rats playin' dumb, me and my homies west up
When I was rollin' in the Candy blue 'llac on whip
I be the player for life, ride
I get love from the blue and the red side
So pay them off all over my gun smoke
I never slipped when I'm rollin' on my 100 Spokes, yeah

[Chorus: females singing X2]
You got the fliest shit
Baby you got air line
Baby you look so fly of, so fly of
Of them 100 Spokes

[Hook: DJ Total K-Oss]
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke

[Verse 2: Km.G]
When I bought my 100 Spokes, I bought a four five
Just for a player like the Km, to stay alive
Deep into the hell of a three, but we call it the trey
Built like Coloride but it's named Choverlet
Flowin' and crowin' what I need to
To get though the hood player, or get to my crew
And meditatin', regulatin' never perpetratin'
And plot on these busters, fake, legit' hide
Flip my chest when it comes to my ride
My ?? got 3 wheels, 4 tracks providin'
Rules to the gangbang, sounds are given
Westcoast I now you love it, and wish you can live it
Here's somethin' about them 100 Spokes
When they be like dippin', whippin' around, they like wheelin'
Freakin' all the freaky rats when they like spinnin'
Above The Law givin' it up

[Chorus: females singing X2]
You got the fliest shit
Baby you got air line
Baby you look so fly of, so fly of
Of them 100 Spokes

[Outro: DJ Total K-Oss repeats til fade]
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke

Above the Law Feat. N.W.A. - Last Song

Yo D.O.C.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse
experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that
(KM.G)
KM.G will never be a trick
Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift
That only I possess
I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest
I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple
Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central
I'm a graduate and it's all legit
From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit
I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang
While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang
Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before
'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out
And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth
Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve
and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way,
You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre
(Dr. Dre)
Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer
But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a
Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell
Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell
'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda
When I'm on the mic, I demand a
Little bit of time to express myself
From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that
A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude
You know the deal, kicking some real shit
And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some
Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb
But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion
Then my dick starts top make an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real
(MC Ren)
Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell
down
You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down
Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull
The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're
full
Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook
Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look
The villian was something nuff like a hero
Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros
The rest of the 100 was sent to do what I say
NWA and ATL and we don't play
The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly
See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me
But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker
When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker
The right and for the fight and the left will attend
We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song
From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream
The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff
(Eazy-E)
One muthafuking two muthafuking three
It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E
So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat
First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat
It's Eazy for me to come off like this
So you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss
Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight
And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate
(We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck
Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics
The notorious Cold
(Cold 187um)
187um, you know I gotta have it
Now being above the law is an everyday habit
If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't
Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint
Now everybody wants to chill, ill
And bill, now what the fuck is the deal
You need a nigga like me to get the shit going
187um has got the ultimate flowing
Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac
Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)?
An untouchable player rolled up into one mind
87 reasons why fools staying in line
'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger
I lay and spray anything in my way
'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central
Beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see
That ATL is straight to mega
Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega
And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on
Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song
Shout outs

Above the Law - Livin' Like Hustlers

Let me start it off, 'cause I'm a player
Fade into part two, I'm the number-one ho layer
A mack, a player, and a pimp
Something much stronger than your average drink
Now correct me if I'm wrong, I'm like moonshine
Take a sip of my rhyme and I take over your mind
'Cause I don't think like the average thinker
Call me the nightstalker of your neighbourhood headshrinker
187 is like a megablast
I take too many names, I kick too much ass
K.M.G, the number-one mack daddy
Eatin' chicken like a motherfucker, rollin' in my Caddy
With my brim cold bent to the side
I bump and slide
Go mack in the back, 187 to the side
Street Pilgrims pioneering the land
Above the law status with a gat in my hand
A mind designed like Frank Nitty
Livin' large on the mike, doin' damage for the city
The city of toners which is known as L.A.
Where the hustlers hustle and the ballers play
We got the dope beats from the homeboy Dre
And it had to be done (How?) the Ruthless way
187, what's up?, what do we do at our show
We wear black on black with the locs and the romeos
Start stepping, unload my mike weapon
We say it's fittin', you think it's hittin'
K.M.G means knowledge most greatly
Some people love me, most people hate me
In other words, I kick my gift
Do you be sleeping, K.M.G?
Nah, I don't drift
I lounge or lay 'cause suckers take advantage
Yo, what do we do?
Yo, we doin' damage
'Cause we not punks, fools, sissies, or busters
And the way that we live is
Like hustlers

Livin' like hustlers

I used to sell big lleyo on the block
Remember all the hardheads, getting all the hard knocks
I started with Gs and then I moved to keys
And at this point my life went with ease
In other words, my pockets was thick
I didn't worry about the Feds, I was checking the mic.
Pull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to please
Got the crib pimped out so that the bitches flee'd
I bought a ride, a white Corvette
So I can do a ghost move when it's time to jet
When I was nineteen, I was on my own
Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone
At home, or maybe on my person
To clock big G's I'd be definitely certain
To live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frills
Yo, you was livin' kinda large
On the real-deals was bein' made
Suckers was gettin' sprayed
In other words, we was gettin' paid
Like hustlers

Livin' like hustlers

Let me proceed 'cause I got the green light
For the numero uno 87 it must be hype
For now, let me lay the cards on the table
So you can figure out who's worried or stable
I max and tax and relax and stack Gs
Stick that to the facts, that's why I crack them with ease
Please get off the convoy, I think you're confused
When you cross, I told you you'd get tossed and you lose
Now A-b-o-v-e-L-a-w to some people now that spells trouble
But we're not a group promoting violence
But when it comes to speakin' the real, I won't be silent
Speak all reality when I'm on the mike
So you don't have to run and have a stereotype
See, see 'cause stereotypes will make you dumb
So kick back and listen, yo, to the knowledge that's brung
See the law has provided me, the K.M.G
That's complex with the style but done easily
Pitch a picture if I have to, you know why
I'm undercover doin' dirt I'm a hell of a spy
Now me, 187, is a detonator
More deadly than a hand grenade
Much harder than a fool to fade
Not a forty, not a quart or six-pack
Me, K.M.G, Total K-OSS, and Go Mack
'Cause I unload my weapon with force
Yeah, and I'm never detected, I get respected
As a baller, a player, or a pimp
Yo, pass me the forty, I commence to dent
A sissy soft sucker with no title
Unplug the machine 187 is vital
Like a Beretta with a megaclip
With a silencer on it with the hollow point tip
But that is our business, on that we won't dwell
We make records for you to look, listen, and tell
Tell your ma, tell a friend, tell a fool, or a jerk
Till them K.M.G people started to put it to work
Like Hustlers

Livin' like hustlers

Above the Law - Menace to Society

Today in South Central violence is an all-time high

Due to the terrorist group ATL

You might label them as being a menace to society



Now it's a well-known factor why I can't be caught
Now see the law's got a problem, and they gotta be taught

That I'ma fatally get ill when I come to a jam

I got to dust a sucker off just to state who I am

Cause I'm Cold, just like the middle of the winter

And every jam that I play, they wanna enter

Come in, but ain't no suckers admitted

We tell em all straight up, they need to quit

Stop clownin me, cause they all wanna be down with me

Cause when I put down the mic, they are surroundin me

Clockin steady dollars, every single word

Say it loud, like I'm proud, cause I got to be heard, nerd

You been mistaken when you thought I was a criminal

Use my lyrics deadly, just like a chemical

It's essential to my path, it's my limit

But I go overboard by the time that I finish

Yo, it doesn't symbolize we great, or we good

It's just a pay-off from the trade that we learn in the hood

Should you be surprised that the hood'll pay off

But it won't, if you choose to walk and speak soft

Deep into my lyrics you sink, quicker than quicksand

That's how we separate the boys from the men

When you open up the page to the L.A. Times

You see a sucker's been killed for stealin our rhymes

Cause I'm a menace



(Menace to society)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

To society

(Yo man, personally I like the group)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

Cause I'm a menace

(Menace to society)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

To society

(Over 50% of the population has already been overtaken by the group)



Now it's time to go off, somebody got me pissed

So I'ma diss and twist till there's no one to deal with

I skeezed all the freaks in the place, that was the format

Then why you stopped? A sucker got ill and then I had to pull a gat

See, I gotta put em in check

Cause when we walk in a joint, we get big respect

He's still frontin like he gotta confront

He only set up himself, so he can straight get pumped

It's his decision, but he has been mislead

You can take the caution, but there's danger ahead

But you're a stoolie, so I'ma play you like a rookie

I'ma beat you down like gambler owes a bookie

Cause yo, you know I gotta have it

Bein Above The Law is a everyday habit

See, I had to grab it, then I have to take it

Then I have to shake you, then I have to fake you

Out, so don't you even try me

Tryin to fade the crew, and ain't nothin but a blimey

Think to yourself when we're speakin

And I'ma warn you now to be aware when we're creepin

Taggin a brother for his dollar signs

But I know what I am, they know I have nothin to hide

Because the place will be on fire the minute that I finish

Why KM.G? Yo, cause I'm a muthafuckin menace



(Menace to society)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

To society

(Yeah man, they harder than a muthafucka)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

I'm a menace

(Menace to society)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

To society

(Any individuals trying to resist the influence of this group shall be executed)



Why we do it like this? Because we're mentally strong

What's up? Now realize that Lawhouse has got it goin on

Makin, breakin, takin suckers out with only just a word

My style is temporary, so not often ever heard

Usin and abusin every rhythm that I'm rappin to

I'm chilly chill and that's the way that I have to be

Boy, status definitely a 'large'

Warrior ambassador - that means I'm in charge

Up like a Duracel, yeah, I last longer

Suckers weaken while I be gettin stronger

Master rhyme sayer off the top of my brain

Oppositions I'll eliminate, and that could be fatal pain

To your reputation, and your ego breaks out

To the border, amigo, because you know what's up

Windy, whistling, cold like a blizzard

When the group broke out, they said, "Who the hell is it?"

On the mic don't take it light, cause if you bite I'll fight

Don't get mad because your bitch said I sound alright

Because, illeterate fools, you must understand

Although my status is b-boy, I'm stronger than He-Man

That's how I make it, I never fake it

God gave me this talent, and nobody can take it

Away, now that's enough to make you move your butt

Now Total K-oss, Go Mack, take us out with a cut

Cause I'm a menace



(Menace to society)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

To society

(This is some serious shit, man)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

Cause I'm a menace

(Menace to society)

(Cause I walked this path since '88)

To society

(By now over half the world has been contaminated by the group's influences

It is apparent to me that not only South Central Los Angeles is in a rage)

Above the Law - Just Kickin'

[ KM.G ]

Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the Law

In the motherfuckin place

The Illustrator KM.G

Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin on


[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]

See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a beat

I add a rhyme, to make it sound complete

I go into a state of mind that I very seldom enter

To put it on a black plate of wax with a hole in the center

Understand, I'm not the greatest

Above the Law is always funky fresh and we will never be the latest

Look at that, we're two steps ahead of you

I just simply get up on the mic and do what some MC's are scared to do

Go for the gusto, if so

Yo, I keep my hat cut low

I'm a friend, not a foe

A pro, as a artist

Give my hardest as the farthest

That'll take it up the ladder

See, it really doesn't matter

Cause oppositions I will scatter

This I call rhymin, yo, not chitter-chatter

Like Malcolm X, see, I be takin a stand

A man with the plan makin you dance

On the dancefloor, more

Of a new style that's worth your while

It's from Pamona

So you know I had to lay this shit on ya

Hit the switch, then rewind this shit

Grab a 40 ounce and go mack to a bitch

Now ladies - please don't be offended

Because my lifestyle is hustlin, and see, I'm in it to win it

Yo, what could I possibly be sayin

Man, when I do it like that?



[ Dr. Dre ]

Just kickin lyrics

[ KM.G ]

Dope lyrics

Funky lyrics

Unlawful lyrics

Yo, drop your lyrics



[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]

See, I'm livin large, I clock dollars from day to day

And on the weekend go out for some play

I'm like ballin with the untouchable HBC

Real brothers that are down with me

And if I call on em, you're gonna pay the cost

Because they're puttin out contracts for you to get tossed

Muffled, broke on, we throw you in the river

Cement shoes, so that you sink much quicker

Cause me, I gotta have it, one way or the other

I'm takin out your family, your sister and your mother

And your brother, undercover I got to keep ass clean

And when the shit goes down I'm nowhere to be seen

You know - what could I possibly mean, Dre?



[ Dr. Dre ]

Just kickin lyrics

[ KM.G ]

Dope lyrics

Untouchable lyrics

Notorious lyrics

Yo, a true baller at hand



[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]

Now see, I have to break it down like on a funky tip

So you don't wanna slip or trip or maybe go overboard

You can't afford to ignore this style

Above the Law steady housin em, change the dial

I don't smile, I always keep a serious face

So if this beat is that funky, why don't you pump up the bass?

And fall into the groove like you're supposed to

But not too deep, because we got another show to do

This is dedicated to my brothers and sisters

The white, the black, and all the hip-hop listeners

One nation stayin under a groove

Above the Law's pure in it to win it, we don't lose

I'm not a new jack that smoke crack, don't play me like one

87's got the power, if you wanna, come get some, son

I think your status is weak, you'll never compete

But I don't have to sweat it, cause my posse's just too deep

Yeah, we kick ass and take names and remain the same

We live large while you sit and complain

I have to break it down to all the people I know

>From L.A., New York, Detroit and Chicago

Oh, I can't forget Dallas and D.C.

Miami, Florida, St. Louis and Philly

But back to the subject of rockin and jockin

Makin it funkier than funky, keepin you hyper than hype

Makin you hot, so hot you wanna drop to your knees

Make the whole damn nation catch a deadly disease

Cause when I rhyme, I makes a killin

And if you haven't seen our show, you don't know the feelin

(Word) that's all I gotta say

I'm just smooth kickin lyrics



[ KM.G ]

Unlawful lyrics

Dope lyrics



[ Cold 187um ]

Cold 187, a brother steppin into the '90s

[ KM.G ]

Yo, and the Illustrator KM.G knowledge

Goin out to my deejay K-oss and Go Mack

Above the Law feat. Dr. Dre - Livin' Like Hustlers (G-Mixx)

(*bird chirping*)
(*Someone snorting*) (*Alarm Clock's belling*)
Aww shit, here we go, here we go, wake your mothafuckin' ass up
this is Radio Station Km.G, 187 is on your dail
and what we want you do is tune in at 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys
Total K-oss and Go-mack
they'll gonna be rockin' and bangin' bitches on the traffic Jam
next stop be your music right after these messages....

"Are you tired of lookin' wack, do you wanna look cool"
"Are you tired of people being in your business"
"what you need not worry again, get some looks"
that's right, some looks"
"for amazically low price off 499"
"now available to hear South Central liqour store"

[Dr. Dre as A Radio Host]
yeah this Radio staion KM.G
and whenever you wanna hear some funky shit, put your dail on 187
now some new music by some homeboys outto South Central
here's A.T.L and they called this one "Livin' Like Hustlers"

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Let me start it off, cause I'ma player
Fade into part two, I'm the number-one hoe layer
A mack, a player and a pimp
Something much stronger than your average drink
Now correct me if I'm wrong, I'm like moonshine
Take a sip of my rhyme and I take over your mind
Cause I don't think like the average thinker
Call me the nightstalker of your neighbourhood headshrinker
187 is like a megablast
I take too many names, I kick too much ass.....

[Verse 2: Km.G]
Km.G, the number-one mack daddy
Eatin' chicken like a motherfucker, rollin' in my Caddy
With my brim cold bent to the side
I bump and slide
Go mack in the back, 187 to the side
Street Pilgrims, pioneering the land
Above The Law status with a gat in my hand
A mind designed like Frank Nitty
Livin' large on the mike, doin' damage for the city
The city of toners which is known as L.A.
Where the hustlers hustle and the ballers play
We got the dope beats from the homeboy Dre
And it had to be done (How?) the Ruthless way
187, what's up?, what do we do at our show...

[Verse 3: Cold 187Um]
We wear black on black with the locs and the romeos
Start stepping, unload my mike weapon
We say it's fittin', you think it's hittin'
K.M.G means knowledge most greatly
Some people love me, most people hate me
In other words, I kick my gift
Do you be sleeping, Km.G?
Nah, I don't drift
I lounge or lay cause suckers take advantage
Yo, what do we do?
Yo, we doin' damage
Cause we not punks, fools, sissies, or busters
And the way that we live
is like hustlers.....

[Chorus: Dr. Dre]
Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers
Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers

[Verse 4: Cold 187Um]
I used to sell big lleyo on the block
Remember all the hardheads, getting all the hard knocks
I started with G's and then I moved to keys
And at this point my life went with ease
In other words, my pockets was thick
I didn't worry about the Feds, I was checking the mic.
Pull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to please
Got the crib pimped out so that the bitches flee'd
I bought a ride, "what Kind" a white Corvette
So I can do a ghost move when it's time to jet....

[Verse 5: Km.G]
When I was nineteen, I was on my own
Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone
At home, or maybe on my person
To clock big G's I'd be definitely certain
To live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frills
Yo, you was livin' kinda large
On the real-deals was bein' made
Suckers was gettin' sprayed
In other words, we was gettin' paid
Like hustlers.......

[Chorus: Dr. Dre]
Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers
Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers

[Verse 6: Cold 187Um]
Let me proceed, cause I got the green light
For the numero uno 87 it must be hype
For now, let me lay the cards on the table
So you can figure out who's worried or stable
I max and tax and relax and stack Gs
Stick that to the facts, that's why I crack them with ease
Please get off the convoy, I think you're confused
When you cross, I told you you'd get tossed and you lose
Now A-B-O-V-E-L-A-W to some people now that spells trouble
But we're not a group promoting violence
But when it comes to speakin' the real, I won't be silent
Speak all reality when I'm on the mike
So you don't have to run and have a stereotype
See, see cause stereotypes will make you dumb
So kick back and listen, yo, to the knowledge that's brung...

[Verse 7: Km.G]
See the law has provided me, the Km.G
That's complex with the style but done easily
Pitch a picture if I have to, you know why
I'm undercover doin' dirt I'm a hell of a spy
Now me, 187, is a detonator
More deadly than a hand grenade
Much harder than a fool to fade
Not a forty, not a quart or six-pack
Me, K.M.G, Total K-OSS, and Go Mack
Cause I unload my weapon with force
Yeah, I'm never detected, I live respected
As a baller, a player or a pimp
Yo, pass me the forty, I commence to dent.....

[Verse 8: Cold 187Um]
A sissy soft sucker with no title
Unplug the machine 187 is vital
Like a Beretta with a megaclip
With a silencer on it with the hollow point tip
But that is our business, on that we won't dwell
We make records for you to look, listen, and tell
Tell your ma, tell a friend, tell a fool, or a jerk
Till them Km.G people started to put it to work
Like Hustlers...

[Chorus: Dr. Dre]
Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers
Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers

(*saxophone solo plays till fade*)

Above the Law - Freedom of Speech

[ KM.G ]

Yo, what's happenin, man?

Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak

They say we on a negative tip

What's up?


[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]

Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usual

It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial

Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo, with a funky touch

It's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too much

D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it

That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme

That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin

(KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin

Now what's really known as a radio cut?

When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (fuck)

I really think you wanna hear it

But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it

Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech

Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion

To make your own decision, now that's baloney

Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein phoney

Yo, I got to cater to this person or that person

I got to rhyme for the white or the black person?

Why can't it all be equal?

Music is a universal language for all people

I better get off the rebellious tip

Before somebody out there say I'm startin to slip

I ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin and throwin

Givin you a dope style

Keepin me on top of the pile

Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation

And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station

Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind

Sink in your mind, creep from behind

So fast that you won't have time

To deny a brother that's from the streets

Tryin to teach, hopin to reach

Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach

But I wish for each to have freedom of speech



(Congress shall make no law

Respecting an establishment of religion

Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof

Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press)



[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]

They'll milk you to make it understood

They make it good, so that it taste real good

To you, so see, you fall right in it

Your minds are small, they feed you like infants

Like children they'll bring you along

They say we're wrong for makin a rap song

But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam

Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn

Those that wanna sell out need to get the fuck out the business

Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin

Me, I get wild every rhyme I release

Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace

Cause violence is somethin that happens in society

When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go

But peace, I think we all want peace

But it's too much to face, and it's too far to reach

Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neat

See, I wish when I'm doin, to have freedom of speech



(Congress shall make no law

Respecting an establishment of religion

Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof

Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press)



[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]

Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck

Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck)

Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's clout

And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out

Cause in the early days when rap first began

Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end

But nowadays I hear song after song

And it proved to me that the fool was wrong

So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside

It's time for the people to realize

About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide

When they know we just strive to survive

(The homie said he'd have a job, if you'd give him a break)

But when he gets it (he goes by the other man's ways)

Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about

'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out

You got to give your child credit for what he can do

Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you

Rap music, a form of literature

Words and verbs and adjectives

Painted up like a picture

Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha

And when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha

(Hittin the nation) station to station (heavy rotation)

So strong that it's keepin the pace, and

We will speak out on any situation

But while we're doin

Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech



[ KM.G ]

Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that

Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys

That got freedom of speech

Yo, Cold 187

Ice Cube

MC Ren

The deadly Dr. Dre

Eazy-E

The G-o M-a-c-k

Total Koss housin thangs

Ruthless in the muthafuckin house

Yo, to my homie D.O.C.

And Laylaw with the clout

And we out

Above the Law - Flow On

[ Dr. Dre ]

Hey yo, check this out, y'all

Since we almost at the last song

Won't y'all kick some of that fly-ass gangsta shit?


[ KM.G ]

Alright



Once again, a black nigga named KM.G

And now it's time to drop some real pimpin shit

Knowledge it, cause we livin like hustlers

Comin from U.S.C.

For those that don't know

That's the University of South Central

So bless the 40oz.

Cautse his is somethin to jump on

Why, you can drink whatever

Like I said before, ain't nothin changed but the weather

'bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlers

Hustlers beyond control

Homies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoes

We was there when the pimpin shit was put down

Yo, 187

(What's up, man?)

Yo, this shit is flowin

(Muthafuckin right, it is)

Yeah, let's take our time and do it the way a player would

(Alright)



Okay!

[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um & KM.G ]

Here we go, flowin on and on

What's this we're doin so well? That's the name of the song

Let's break it down, we're rollin nationally, clockin hoes

Well, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foes

We don't need em, we know too many backstabbers now

In our face they say they're with it, behind they back they put us down

And try to clown a player like me, 187 from 'Mona

And my homie the rancher from the city of Toners

I hit a corner, cause they ballers in L.A.

We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the Trey

They sayin, "What's up, gees, tell me what's happenin

I heard you're clockin dollars, but you're still out there rappin"

You should know, it's my cash flow, now I'm just hangin

With these beats called dope and these rhymes that I'm slingin

That are so fly, we can't deny, we must reply

If we twist it in two zags, we can all get high

Off this shit, it's so legit, label it Chronic

Cause if our rhymes was a robot, they'd all be Bionic

Get up and get with it, if not, we feel we're owin

Throw your hands in the air while we keep on flowin



[ Cold 187um ]

Yo KM.G, I think we got em locked on

See, flowin is a art from the heart of a player

So we gon' do the next one like this, man



[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um & KM.G ]

People say we have such strange vocabulary

To find these words you need a underground dictionary

Plus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledge

And to get this, boy, you see, you can't go to college

Now see, you gotta be around when the shit goes down

Not only spectating, man, you gotta throw down

Yeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasar's

Or maybe over somethin like money and skeezers

That's why we got this rule: first come, first served

And if you don't know the meaning, just listen to the words

I'm sayin, I don't be playin when I'm housin the scene

I keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiend

But I take them off, it's just because I'm scrappin

But I put em back on as I commence to rappin

Well, we do a show, rock the house and get paid

Take a bitch to the mote, then get laid

Send her home with a smile, cause it's worth her while

She's to the homies how she did it and she went the mile

I'm talkin whole nine yards, if you can understand

Cause I'm a playin muthafucka and I'm in demand

So flow on



[ KM.G ]

See

Untouchable players in effect

Makin all the big pay-offs

Callin all the shots

Ballin

Punishin punk muthafuckas on the 12-gauges

I call on K-oss

Knowledge Over Sucker-Spinners

Dopeness jumpin off

Gots to be platinum-bound

O.G. G-O, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killer

A double-dose of the mega-flex

Like all you gees that think you're niggas with attitudes

You ain't got it like that

Cause Ruthless done fixed that

(Hey yo, what happened to peace?)

Fuck peace

I'm outta here

Above the Law - Ballin'

[ KM.G ]

Yo, what's happenin Cold 187

[ Cold 187um ]

Yo man, you know we just laid back in the studio
With the homie D.O.C. and Dr. Dre

[ KM.G ]

And we ballin with the homie Eazy-E

[ Cold 187um ]

Yeah, 'bout to put this piece together for Laylaw

See what he think about

[ KM.G ]

True, true

[ Cold 187um ]

So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level

We gon' put some mega shit together

Now we gon' drop it a little bit somethin like this



[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um & KM.G ]

This song is Ballin', let me drop some dope lyrics

Make it high and fly, so all of y'all can hear it

It's time to build, so take this chill pill

If your cups are empty, go get a re-fill

Of whatever, cause ain't nothin changed but the weather

KM.G - 187 - yo, we got it together

And in the back - who is that? The men with the mack

Yo, I had to have the homies cause they got the sack

And on the tables - what? The two be cookin

When it comes to rockin, they wrote the book, and

If you don't believe me, hurry, come see our show

You'll see me - KM.G, Total K-oss and Go

What? Ballin while the freaks keep callin

Beggin KM.G to come bump the walls in

The house, but even if she has the spouse

(What's up?) She starts that fiendin (what happens?) she gets turned out

And at our concerts we always do work

For the fags, the hags, the rags and the jerks

Cause we ballin



(I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all

The name of this piece is called)

Ballin'

(And I wanna dedicate this piece to all your players)



[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um & KM.G ]

See, I'm a baller, and I watch my back

And when I'm ballin, yo, I gotta be packed

If I ain't packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin

But if you try to run up, I'ma say you trippin

Cause I'm a giant, and to you new jacks

Don't come up and start, because you're gonna get smacked

It's the hood, I thought it was understood

Just like Eazy-E said we mobbin Robin Good

We'll take yo shit, because you ain't legit

You got a fucked up style of rap and without the kick

It ain't nothin homie, you be frontin

Rollin down the 'Shaw and you think you be humpin

On laces? He look just like a lacehead

Before you hit my corner, somebody be dead

Cause I'm a baller, and I won't settle for less

Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I know it look fresh

A 500 with a convertable top

Just like the homie Amp we like our shit drop

Straight lowrider, yeah, we do a little ???

Smooth check your hoe, even if I don't know her

And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start callin

The simple fact is (what's up) that we ballin



(I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all

The name of this piece is called)

Ballin'

(And I wanna dedicate this piece to all your players

And all you ladies out there)



And you know we gotta break it down for who?

(The whole wide world)



[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um & KM.G ]

Since the breakdown was dope, you can't get enough rappin

I know that it's true, because I seen your hands clappin

Toes tappin, the freaks are jockin

All because the way 187 is rockin

All you busters on the scene

I keep my Locs on because I know you on fiend

Like a spectator, you jock what I'm doin

So sit back and learn, cause it's time for some schoolin

And rulin all the busters on the center

Get off my tip, cause I'm about to enter

This phase (what is it?) that I call the finale

I made it ride higher while I'm ballin through Cali

So listen, I'm finna start dissin

All you Eastside rappers, you had to start pissin

Me off, you're soft, you're finna get tossed

By two boss players who's your dope rhyme sayers

K-oss and Go Mack are the wack-deejay-slayers

You got a beep? We gotta go,cause money is callin

The simple fact is - yeah, that we ballin



And you know

It's like that in 90

And it's gon' stay like that

And once again we have to send it to who?

(The whole wide world)

Who's it dedicated to?

(The whole wide world)

To who?

(The whole wide world)

Dedicated to who?

(The whole wide world)

It's dedicated to

(The whole wide world)

Sendin it out to

(The whole wide world)

It's dedicated to

(The whole) (world) (wide)

Above The Law - Another Execution

(Cold 187um)
See it was seven o'clock
and the sun had just set
the crew rolled up and said it time to jet
I was kinda hesitatin' cause it was nothing to do
but we always find something to get into
Total-Kaos broke out he said lets go to the movies
he was paying so I wasn't being choosy
jumped in the ride and proceded to go
"yo what are we goin' to see?"
"yo man I don't know"
but when we got there it was a quarter to nine
to see the main flick it was a long as line
paid to get in and not a second before
a sucka looked me up and down at the front door
now I shined on and walked on in
but he kept on staring again and again
I walked up and said "what's up"
he said: "not you"
I turned around and then I looked at my crew
because I know he didn't say what I thought he said
and if he did
I'm gonna have his head on a platter
the sucka scared out
when we got ill
the brother who tried to front he got his caps pilled
and his homies they got mad
but they soon broke out
because of what we had
chorus:
because I take out my weapon
and I quickly start blastin'
I go total loco like a crazy assasin
I look at my posse they say nothings confusin'
why? why? why?
it's just another execution
See it was early
we was bored uptight
so we rushed up to In-and-Out
to get a bite to eat
I saw a freak I hadn't seen in a while
the one with the crazy eyes and the pretty smile
she was def you know what I mean
the hoe was stacked to the max
in a skin-tight jean
she sat across the room
and try to stare at me
then send a note about how she wants to get with me
now I'm wonderin' what has changed
is it that I'm rockin' the house
and that I'm makin' a name for myself
cause when I first met her
all she said I did with her was upset her
I think that sneak she's tryin' to play me down
cause I ain't the one that likes to be clowned
so I told the hoe to leave me alone
I said girl you need to take your stuck up ass home
at this second her boy walked in
I said man do I have to act crazy again
then I grabbed my weapon it's time to get ill
you can say it is cool or you can straight get pilled
with buck shots I mean all over the place
in your back, your side
in your stomach, in your face
cause I don't really care what your girlfriend says
if you keep talkin' shit you get a bullet in your head
so anyway what your beefin' about
if I wanted your hoe she'd be already turned out
she's jockin me
she might go with you
now checkin' your girl is what you need to do
chorus

Above the Law - X.O. Wit Me

feat. Jayo Felony
[Intro: Cold 187Um]
This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind
I'm with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time
We got Km.G in the house
DJ K-Oss in the house
Jayo Felony in the house
I must spit

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Welcome to the tilt that the trues built
We on gold whips, with them killer lifts
Look here, tre swinging rag-top
Boy you didn't know we was some legends like Sasquatch?
Dot your I's, cross your T's, when you see these G's
We stand tall like them California palm trees
And everything is fine, when I roll
Cause I flips never slips sipping X.O...

[Verse 2: Km.G]
I X.O. before I sex-o, a pimp clinic ritual
Chips for the stacking, hoes wanna know what's cracking
I'm in, tell them they ain't coming through with that love potion
Ask me what I'm quoting, wondering, what I'm smoking
The bomb, more scarier than that shit hair on
Sweat out your bitch due fresh out the salon
I can't give it up, I love my leather and chrome
And my 20 inch rims, grin nigga, I'm gone yeah.....

[Chorus: Cold 187Um and Km.G]
So now we got you hooked on X.O
So high the homegirls can't let go
See the homies still fading that X.O
Worldwide, Above The Law getting faded on another level
So now we got you hooked on X.O
So high the homeboys can't let go
See the homies still fading that X.O
What "X.O." What "X.O."

[Verse 3: Jayo Felony]
Like I was born to be homicidal, so I let my Glock spit
Motherfuckers don't wanna see this California shit
Who you can't go the mile so you ganked my penitentiary style
That I kicked since a juvenile
Niggaz who be foul get touched
Kicking this shit with Km.G and Hutch
Then I roll through your hood and blast such and such
More than your whole click with what I'm holding
Patrolling the block I'm from
If one gun aiming up, then 40 Glock'll come
Rock your son then I pop you one
Ugh, you done, kill a bitch in the sun
I ain't the one mothafucker
Like walking across a tiger, in a pork chop bikini nigga
You gon' get ate up, so you don't wan' see me
It'll be me and a chick so if I steps in a three piece
It's D-O-G see and he'll see deceased
I hold more alcohol than a liquor store
For sure, clown these hoes at a show
And for sure we X.O....

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Km.G]
Oh for sheezy nigga, I stay Eazy like E
I got hoes making sounds like Master P "Ugh"
I got homies with the bomb and we still on the run
Yeah, hooker hit the grind and it's tossing time
See I asked me homey Jayo what's the price on the yayo
Yeah right, they next to Mexico, the homey from Diego
Get the plug on the drop, hop
Then my niggaz hit the club
Bring five of them back to kick it in the hot-tub..

[Verse 5: Cold 187Um]
We got the hook up from here to Okinawe
New and improved like the C-4 Volvo "yeah, yeah"
And remember one thing when you in my zone
Is that I still break a bitch conversating on a chipped phone
Cause I'm amazing like the great Houdini "ooohh weee"
And I be fly like that hit of ya Remi
Who wanna be me
I wanna see me when I'm on the grind
Cause I be straight hitting corners, X.O.'ing in the sunshine...

[Chorus]

[Hook: X6]
Km.G: See I can't lose, with the shit that I use
187Um: So everybody, X.O. Wit Me

[Outro: Street Dialogue]
goddizamn, who's that knock you down the blizock right that homies
oh that's the homies K-Oss, Hutch, Km.G
what's up my niggaz, what's up man
what's up homey, trip, trip, trip (*Car Parked*)

Above the Law Feat. Jayo Felony - X.O. Wit Me

This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind
I'm with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time
We got Km.G in the house
DJ K-Oss in the house
Jayo Felony in the house
I must spit

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Welcome to the tilt that the trues built
We on gold whips, with them killer lifts
Look here, tre swinging rag-top
Boy you didn't know we was some legends like Sasquatch?
Dot your I's, cross your T's, when you see these G's
We stand tall like them California palm trees
And everything is fine, when I roll
Cause I flips never slips sipping X.O...

[Verse 2: Km.G]
I X.O. before I sex-o, a pimp clinic ritual
Chips for the stacking, hoes wanna know what's cracking
I'm in, tell them they ain't coming through with that love potion
Ask me what I'm quoting, wondering, what I'm smoking
The bomb, more scarier than that shit hair on
Sweat out your bitch due fresh out the salon
I can't give it up, I love my leather and chrome
And my 20 inch rims, grin nigga, I'm gone yeah.....

[Chorus: Cold 187Um and Km.G]
So now we got you hooked on X.O
So high the homegirls can't let go
See the homies still fading that X.O
Worldwide, Above The Law getting faded on another level
So now we got you hooked on X.O
So high the homeboys can't let go
See the homies still fading that X.O
What 'X.O.' What 'X.O.'

[Verse 3: Jayo Felony]
Like I was born to be homicidal, so I let my Glock spit
Motherfuckers don't wanna see this California shit
Who you can't go the mile so you ganked my penitentiary style
That I kicked since a juvenile
Niggaz who be foul get touched
Kicking this shit with Km.G and Hutch
Then I roll through your hood and blast such and such
More than your whole click with what I'm holding
Patrolling the block I'm from
If one gun aiming up, then 40 Glock'll come
Rock your son then I pop you one
Ugh, you done, kill a bitch in the sun
I ain't the one mothafucker
Like walking across a tiger, in a pork chop bikini nigga
You gon' get ate up, so you don't wan' see me
It'll be me and a chick so if I steps in a three piece
It's D-O-G see and he'll see deceased
I hold more alcohol than a liquor store
For sure, clown these hoes at a show
And for sure we X.O....

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Km.G]
Oh for sheezy nigga, I stay Eazy like E
I got hoes making sounds like Master P 'Ugh'
I got homies with the bomb and we still on the run
Yeah, hooker hit the grind and it's tossing time
See I asked me homey Jayo what's the price on the yayo
Yeah right, they next to Mexico, the homey from Diego
Get the plug on the drop, hop
Then my niggaz hit the club
Bring five of them back to kick it in the hot-tub..

[Verse 5: Cold 187Um]
We got the hook up from here to Okinawe
New and improved like the C-4 Volvo 'yeah, yeah'
And remember one thing when you in my zone
Is that I still break a bitch conversating on a chipped phone
Cause I'm amazing like the great Houdini 'ooohh weee'
And I be fly like that hit of ya Remi
Who wanna be me
I wanna see me when I'm on the grind
Cause I be straight hitting corners, X.O.'ing in the sunshine...

[Chorus]

[Hook: X6]
Km.G: See I can't lose, with the shit that I use
187Um: So everybody, X.O. Wit Me

[Outro: Street Dialogue]
goddizamn, who's that knock you down the blizock right that homies
oh that's the homies K-Oss, Hutch, Km.G
what's up my niggaz, what's up man
what's up homey, trip, trip, trip (*Car Parked*)