Above The Law - Soul Searching

featuring Yukmouth

(K.M.G.)
Seems never, no hesitation for my frustration
I feel the years that i'm facin', so it's here money track, i'm lacin'
With that Gothic lifestyle that i'm used to, voodoo,
Bent back with a bag of gumby and the hindu.
Twelve playas, way, beyond control
Lookin' for two or three bustas that done sold they soul
See my name is K.M.G. (Whoop whoop), do ya know me?
I think ya lightweight like your see-through homies
Hold this, while I smoke this, make you focus on the pistol & the chrome
And the homie fly as, California born.
We shake down, at the Calabasas home,
And when we throw a gathering, ohh baby it's on.
See we, shake off the bustas, we got the cops checkin',
Come down on imitators with they fake jail records.
Yea, we use our method, our soul searching method,
And when we on the block after dark you might catch it.
Disrespected? Never that. Cali West Coast bellin',
Check out all my homies with they colors (Blue and red, much love)
Mi amigos, I got my homies daring ya,
Moody lifestyle mid from the Bay Area.
We like anderson, come ask for free,
Soul searching with that nigga K.M.G, (K.M.G.)
Soul searching with that nigga K.M.G. homie, (K.M.G.)
You don't wanna fuck with me...

(Chorus X4)
Why can't you see the light?

(Yukmouth)
Nigga, I was raised in a house full of dope fiends,
Admiring ballers who sold cream, my street dream
Like Nas, mansion and four car garage,
Keep trust in God with mob niggas in my enterouge.
You see that's why could be for broads,
I learned that from my pops when we used to mob the eldora-do,
Through the muthafuckin' projects, I guess it's in my blood,
Sometimes it seems like i'm next, to be a thug.
And end up selling drugs like my father,
Or like my partner on the block, man, when I holler, squattin impalas
Slanging rocks, man, it don't stop,
Keeping the glock up in the cut cuz niggas know I, get sho' stopped
For yo bread, niggas drop dead, of hot lead,
"Shot him up" that's what the cops said, a code red
Call the muthafuckin ambulance,
Could've ran but then again he never had a chance,
For soul chasing...

(Chorus X4)

Above The Law - Summer Days

What's up homes? Welcome to the catacombs
We seduce the microphones, bless the chron - got me in a zone
Just another Saturday night at the spizot
We kickin' it tough we done closed up shop
Plenty of Phillies rollin through homey
Them thourough-breds and conversation with these tru's
Ride the summer groove
The incense enhance the hoes deliverance
Niggaz takin a chance - askin for that lap dance
But see these females, they ain't strippers, don't flip
But your money back in your pocket
You ain't got to tip
Hennessey forever like sparklet's jugs
And most people ain't never seen a table full of bud
See members in my backyard
Members at my door
Members down the street bout to sell this sucka nigga - 64
A little barbecue while we get our groove on
The homey loop a beat, Im a lace somethin smooth on em
My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz
People servin them eight figures in the land of records
In California lifestyle, you can't ignore the crime
So niggaz stand in line for the life and times
Get your grind on
See I never forget (Those summer days)
Homey gettin they back up
Finna get me sack on
Niggaz gettin they stack on
Junkies gettin they crack on
Hoez stay cuz they wanna play
(Those summer days)
Bitches gettin they game on
Homeys gettin they bang on
Niggaz gettin they slang on
Bitches gettin the jank on
I'm in here coolin ready to shake em
Nigga what they hittin foe?
Feelin like I drunk a whole liquor store
Females are comin through
Ready to kick it with the crew
I like them Barbie Coast hoes
Touchin they toes for them dollar bills
And when it's drama - best believe it be on
Cuz steppin on the wrong toes will get your head blown
Because I once knew a nigga who tried to trip one night
But he didn't know where the fuck he was cuz
I lit him up like a light
Cuz I know niggaz from Ghost Town
Niggaz from Sin Town (whoop whoop)
Even them niggaz from the Islands know that we ridaz
? in the other room breakin niggaz, slappin bones
On the low-low, fa sho' we got the plugs on them zones
Night fall, homey's gettin drunk up
Bout to break out the mac and the pistol grip pumper
To tame niggaz, the same niggaz that was cool an hour ago
Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo
Or is it that bitch that ready to go home
When the homeys roll and kick it they get high and get they freak on
Or a fool locin up cuz he got drunk for his last night come up
Mad cuz he got stuck
Yo we let him rough up, but not too deep
We understand your agony of defeat
Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can be gentlemen
We come strapped ready to tap that ass - tell a friend
And say you heard it from some killers
Some big wheel dealers
Out to check a mill of em
That's why I never forget (Those summer days)
Playaz get your swerve on
Homeys gettin they herb on
Bitches gettin they perm on
Riches gettin they serve on
{female singing} Hoes stay cuz they wanna play
Those summer days
Niggaz gettin they quote on
Homeys gettin they swole on
Riders gettin they roll on
Players get your flow on
{singing} those summer days
those summer days
Remember those summer days
Those summer summer Sunday
Summer days

Above the Law - Intro

[Thunder and Lightning]

[Piano playing]

[Break: Spanish ad libs]

[Cold 187Um]
this is how it's goin' down
across town, yeah

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
In life we have good times
Like rolling in a Chevy in the high palm trees
As we see Erika and Kasha give us nothing but props
As we sip on fine Remi like there's no tomorrow
We run into bad times
Bad times meaning
When you look on your porch to pick up your package
There's a couple of extra UPS men
That aren't normally there when you pick up your package
Sad young player, I feel your pain
Seems our downfall has been a game
Sad times
Sad times meaning
When you go gold
Oh yes, you yourself do go gold
Do go platinum
But 75% of the work you do
Was created by someone who wants 100% of your publishing
Nothing's in your name
You're not really a player in the game
But the whole world seems to think that you're
Some type of role model
Some type of act to follow
I say those who follow those under false pretenses
Shall suffer the ultimate devastation
Devastation meaning
While you've investing your time in being Mister Bigshot
Someone's contemplating on trying to take
The treasures that you think you got
It's a tangled web
Life is
God bless those who have one to give
Someone asked me
Do I like the life that I have?
I said yes
The good, the bad, and the sad
So welcome
And thank you...

[Break]
[Music playing]

[Outro: Cold 187Um Talking]
This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind
And with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time

Above The Law - 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, 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 - Adventures Of

Chorus
To the people thats been locked away for a while
Keep your head up
To my peoples thats been strugglin all their life
Never give up (No never give up)
To my people that are lost along the way
I'll never forget (I'll never forget)
Live your life the way you have to to get ahead
With no regrets
I used to run with straight cap peelers
Hardcore killers
To the people next door I wasn't nothin but the dope dealer
Stayin up all night to make ends meet
Ya, cuz livin in the ghetto ain't cheap
And ask me do my momma know a thing - hell nah
Cuz she gon be the first to turn me into the law
I got tired of seeing the drama on her face
All stressed out and depressed tryin to keep the place
So I worked odd job after odd job for the man
But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands
I?m stressed out right about now
So I hooked up with the homey from the streets to put it down
He said you make 2 G's a drop
Nigga don't be flossin about it or your ass sure to get popped
Thinkin to myself I'ma do this for now
Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut
I'm doing about six drops a week
I'm knowin niggaz from everyhood - partner it's all good
I'm in school tryin to live out moms dream
Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen
Locked in the game doin my thang like Bruce Wayne
Tryin to ease momma pain and stop the rain
I thank God I never been to the pen
But if I had to I'd do it again
Y'all better ask somebody
(Phone rings)
What's up man, this is Vin man
-yo what's hapnin man
I got some drama with some old playa haters
-ah man, that's why you was blowin me up man? (-stop through)
old horny ass, I'll be there in a mintue
Like G's we roll with the ass rocked
Like G's we roll with the tops down
Like G's we coast til homey past the post
Cuz yo we finna get f**ked up
I say uhhh kick the ? and uhhh
Can you fell my illustration
I'm thick for the penetration
No hesitation I step to a f blowin the dust off her shelf
I'm kinda horny - I just bounced from the county
So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb
Hit it smooth then slide out the room
After making you assume the position
Now I'm in the twist after goin on a mission
Gotta spit at my homeys though - you know my peoples
Yeah the ones in the hill plus the folks in the hood - we all equal
I was talkin to my partner the other day
We was sitting in the mall parking lot
He was bout to serve three chicken wings
He said 'sh*t ain't changed, homey, sh*t ain't changed'
So uh, strap for strap even though I rap
Ain't know way in the hell I can watch my own back
So I got my brother on the right and my brother on the left
One in a khaki suit, the other one well dressed
Hit you ass like the stealth - Above the Law
Too much caviar, put holes through ya, lick you thorough your radar
See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics
I'm on a cheddar run so my family benefits
I through the videos on the table for my young ones
Let the maid know that I'm out - y'all I'm on one
To meet with some real conglomerates on the street for some heat
Then we smoke baby, then we drink baby
Now my homies, I love my Cali scene
It's the real thing, it?s the real thing

Above The Law - Adventures Of ...

Chorus
To the people thats been locked away for a while
Keep your head up
To my peoples thats been strugglin all their life
Never give up (No never give up)
To my people that are lost along the way
I'll never forget (I'll never forget)
Live your life the way you have to to get ahead
With no regrets
I used to run with straight cap peelers
Hardcore killers
To the people next door I wasn't nothin but the dope dealer
Stayin up all night to make ends meet
Ya, cuz livin in the ghetto ain't cheap
And ask me do my momma know a thing - hell nah
Cuz she gon be the first to turn me into the law
I got tired of seeing the drama on her face
All stressed out and depressed tryin to keep the place
So I worked odd job after odd job for the man
But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands
Im stressed out right about now
So I hooked up with the homey from the streets to put it down
He said you make 2 G's a drop
Nigga don't be flossin about it or your ass sure to get popped
Thinkin to myself I'ma do this for now
Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut
I'm doing about six drops a week
I'm knowin niggaz from everyhood - partner it's all good
I'm in school tryin to live out moms dream
Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen
Locked in the game doin my thang like Bruce Wayne
Tryin to ease momma pain and stop the rain
I thank God I never been to the pen
But if I had to I'd do it again
Y'all better ask somebody
(Phone rings)
What's up man, this is Vin man
-yo what's hapnin man
I got some drama with some old playa haters
-ah man, that's why you was blowin me up man? (-stop through)
old horny ass, I'll be there in a mintue
Like G's we roll with the ass rocked
Like G's we roll with the tops down
Like G's we coast til homey past the post
Cuz yo we finna get fucked up
I say uhhh kick the ? and uhhh
Can you fell my illustration
I'm thick for the penetration
No hesitation I step to a f blowin the dust off her shelf
I'm kinda horny - I just bounced from the county
So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb
Hit it smooth then slide out the room
After making you assume the position
Now I'm in the twist after goin on a mission
Gotta spit at my homeys though - you know my peoples
Yeah the ones in the hill plus the folks in the hood - we all equal
I was talkin to my partner the other day
We was sitting in the mall parking lot
He was bout to serve three chicken wings
He said "shit ain't changed, homey, shit ain't changed"
So uh, strap for strap even though I rap
Ain't know way in the hell I can watch my own back
So I got my brother on the right and my brother on the left
One in a khaki suit, the other one well dressed
Hit you ass like the stealth - Above the Law
Too much caviar, put holes through ya, lick you thorough your radar
See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics
I'm on a cheddar run so my family benefits
I through the videos on the table for my young ones
Let the maid know that I'm out - y'all I'm on one
To meet with some real conglomerates on the street for some heat
Then we smoke baby, then we drink baby
Now my homies, I love my Cali scene
It's the real thing, its the real thing

Above the Law - Adventures of . . .

Chorus
To the people thats been locked away for a while
Keep your head up
To my peoples thats been strugglin all their life
Never give up (No never give up)
To my people that are lost along the way
I'll never forget (I'll never forget)
Live your life the way you have to to get ahead
With no regrets

I used to run with straight cap peelers
Hardcore killers
To the people next door I wasn't nothin but the dope dealer
Stayin up all night to make ends meet
Ya, cuz livin in the ghetto ain't cheap
And ask me do my momma know a thing - hell nah
Cuz she gon be the first to turn me into the law
I got tired of seeing the drama on her face
All stressed out and depressed tryin to keep the place
So I worked odd job after odd job for the man
But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands
I’m stressed out right about now
So I hooked up with the homey from the streets to put it down
He said you make 2 G's a drop
Nigga don't be flossin about it or your ass sure to get popped
Thinkin to myself I'ma do this for now
Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut
I'm doing about six drops a week
I'm knowin niggaz from everyhood - partner it's all good
I'm in school tryin to live out moms dream
Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen
Locked in the game doin my thang like Bruce Wayne
Tryin to ease momma pain and stop the rain
I thank God I never been to the pen
But if I had to I'd do it again
Y'all better ask somebody


(Phone rings)
What's up man, this is Vin man
-yo what's hapnin man
I got some drama with some old playa haters
-ah man, that's why you was blowin me up man? (-stop through)
old horny ass, I'll be there in a mintue

Like G's we roll with the ass rocked
Like G's we roll with the tops down
Like G's we coast til homey past the post
Cuz yo we finna get fucked up
I say uhhh kick the ? and uhhh

Can you fell my illustration
I'm thick for the penetration
No hesitation I step to a f blowin the dust off her shelf
I'm kinda horny - I just bounced from the county
So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb
Hit it smooth then slide out the room
After making you assume the position
Now I'm in the twist after goin on a mission
Gotta spit at my homeys though - you know my peoples
Yeah the ones in the hill plus the folks in the hood - we all equal
I was talkin to my partner the other day
We was sitting in the mall parking lot
He was bout to serve three chicken wings
He said "shit ain't changed, homey, shit ain't changed"
So uh, strap for strap even though I rap
Ain't know way in the hell I can watch my own back
So I got my brother on the right and my brother on the left
One in a khaki suit, the other one well dressed
Hit you ass like the stealth - Above the Law
Too much caviar, put holes through ya, lick you thorough your radar
See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics
I'm on a cheddar run so my family benefits
I through the videos on the table for my young ones
Let the maid know that I'm out - y'all I'm on one
To meet with some real conglomerates on the street for some heat
Then we smoke baby, then we drink baby
Now my homies, I love my Cali scene
It's the real thing, it’s the real thing

Above the Law - Floetry

(*Piano playing*)

[Break: Spanish ad libs]

[Cold 187Um]
this is how it's goin' down
across town, yeah

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
In life we have good times
Like rolling in a Chevy in the high palm trees
As we see Erika and Kasha give us nothing but props
As we sip on fine Remi like there's no tomorrow
We run into bad times
Bad times meaning
When you look on your porch to pick up your package
There's a couple of extra UPS men
That aren't normally there when you pick up your package
Sad young player, I feel your pain
Seems our downfall has been a game
Sad times
Sad times meaning
When you go gold
Oh yes, you yourself do go gold
Do go platinum
But 75% of the work you do
Was created by someone who wants 100% of your publishing
Nothing's in your name
You're not really a player in the game
But the whole world seems to think that you're
Some type of role model
Some type of act to follow
I say those who follow those under false pretenses
Shall suffer the ultimate devastation
Devastation meaning
While you've investing your time in being Mister Bigshot
Someone's contemplating on trying to take
The treasures that you think you got
It's a tangled web
Life is
God bless those who have one to give
Someone asked me
Do I like the life that I have?
I said yes
The good, the bad, and the sad
So welcome
And thank you..........

[Break]
(*Music playing*)

[Outro: Cold 187Um Talking]
This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind
And with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time

Above the Law - Pimpology 101

Teah, ugh, all..all hard, yeah
1992 and still pimpin' for you, it's Above the motherfuckin' Law
"yeah" "Above the Law"
yeah comin' back at you, Black Mafia Life, so get it right
but peep, on this record, we just gonna let the vice hit y'all
you know what I'm sayin...

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Ooh, yeah, since we've been known for been a players on the tracks
this is goes out to all them pimps and all them
number one hustlers out there, you know what I'm sayin'
yeah, also to the ladies cause they've known us truly ones
so you know I gots to get them somethin, yeah
"the ladies, oooh, the ladies....

[Verse 2: Cold 187Um]
yeah, the motherfuckin' Saga continues
funk for your motherfuckin' ears, yeah, "Black Mafia Life"
movin' on to the next episode
gettin' paid and laid in the motherfuckin' shade
you know what I'm sayin', yeah
the Black Mafia is just a mindstate, you know what I'm sayin'
just four black niggaz puttin' in work on the regular
you know sometimes doin' overtime, you know what I'm sayin, yeah
still I'm sayin' niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
tearin' shit up, stayin' untouchable you know what I'm sayin'
yeah, yo Km.G "greetings"
yo man, what's up man, why don't you give the shout out to you know
hoes and those who been down with this shit, you know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 3: KM.G]
With that Black Mafia thing "yeah, yeah, yeah"
hey yo what's up to Go-Mack, cause he was always down with this shit
I like to say what's up to Total K-Oss "ooh yeah"
cause you know he was always down to help "yeah"
I like to say what's up to the H.B.C. "ooh shit"
cause them the niggaz that's been down with me
and then I like to say what's up to U.B.U "U.B.U"
cause they the niggaz that been chirpin for the crew...

[Break: Cold 187Um Talking]
yo, why don't have to give it up Seater Amps
because we doubt it, don't you know that we would on foot stamp
Kokane, Kilo, you know, Lay Law
Yes in the Home when time Black Mafia invitements
you know what I'm sayin' "Yeah"

[Outro: KM.G Talking]
let's get everybody, yeah
MC-Ren, he's been down with me
The Digital Underground, they went down with me
The D.O.C, he went down with me
and to N.W.A, they been down with me
and for all you players, all you players, that's been playin'
and for all you ballers that's been ballin'
and special shout out to all the hoes "oooh yeah"
you know what for? "yeah"
for hoes "ha ha"
without them it wouldn't be no Pimp clinic, no Above the Law
Lawhouse, no nothin', Black Mafia Life

Above The Law feat. MC Ren - Process of Elimination

"can I get a little time man, can I get some time"
no, no, time is expired mothafuckers (*Gun Shots*)
Do you know motherfuckers need to get the fuck up off our back "yeah"
Cause you know A.T.L ain't never going out like that "Black Mafia Life"
I am the Coooooold 187
Yo, and I'ma do a little somethin' like this

[Verse 1: Coldum 187]
Now see some try to label me a psychopath
Cause I think the shit is funny when I'm bustin' on a fool's ass
It don't matter, (shit's out the Glock)
Cause ain't no names on a bullet in a shootout
The way I think is kinda strange you would guess
But nowadays it's like the motherfuckin' wild west
One come up, put you six feet under
And do it so fast I'll make everybody wonder
Yo? Where he go, where he been, where he at
They find you in the alley with a .38 slug in your back
Cooold, waiting for the meat wagon
I put two in your head to let you know it wouldn't lack
Straight Mafia style is kinda crazy
Nooooooh, the motherfucker didn't fade me
Yo, so tell your homie, tell your clique, tell your gang
Then we can go cap for cap, or we could throw them thangs
But in a heated scrap when things are cookin'
One of my homies might bust when you ain't lookin' (*Gun shots*)
And now they saying that them niggaz be trippin
But just like we say in the hood "don't get caught slippin"
So I stay strapped, even though I rap
When I step, see, the old punks and new jacks
They still wanna get a rep
But I'll be that motherfucker just like the Grim Reaper
But a little bit cheaper
So fool, you better get your shit together
Cause if you fuck with 87 he will hunt you forever
Yeah, and that's how you deal with them punk motherfuckers......

[Break: Coldum 187 Talking]
Ha ha ha, yo..yo KMG "What's up my nigga"
What's up man?

[KM.G]
This is the process "The process of what?"
Process of Elimination "yeah"
Eliminatin' all fools that don't understand the
Black Mafia sound "hell yeah"
Let me let 'em have it

[Verse 2: KM.G]
You see, you could just label me the undertaker
Cause I speed up your chance for you to meet your maker
See, Judgement Day has come
You're being tried by a black-Ass-Nigga that's pulled many triggas
Shit, I'm the jury and I'm also the judge
For this I'm around, I can't show much love
Here's a vision: I'm a motherfuckin' assassin
Fools I clip keeps me clockin' a grip
So I lay low then I wait for a connection
"Surveillance ain't shit to us without police protection"
Cause when niggaz got a gun "yeah"
Motherfuckers better run
Cause there's one more thing that's worse than a black man rappin'
And that's another nigga cappin'
Cause when brothers were slaves, if a nigga had a gat
He woulda fucked all the hoes and took the white man's sack
But this is the 90's and what's really going on?
We jackin' marks for their title, they ends and they zones
Give a pimp a little paper, he's a politician
Anything's possible, call me Alouitious
Shit, this is a potion to sip and don't hurl
A Black Mafia bullet from the underworld
So if you scared of the rhymes and you ain't really used to us
You a black guillotine, the motherfuckin' executioners
Yeah, Now let a real G from the real niggaz eliminate a few fools...

[Break: MC Ren]
yeah, MC Ren in here, you know what I'm sayin'?
All about that Black Mafia Life
With A.T.L you know I'm livin' like a hustler
I'm the real nigga number 1
Yo, we about to do somethin' right here so check this out
It goes like this..check it.

[Verse 3: MC Ren]
The process of elimination
The real nigga number one
I'll get the motherfuckin' job done
Because my voice is like a defensive line
You beggin' for me to come with it because
I'm attacking you with the rhyme
Because MC Ren'll talk the days of wayback
And how I had niggaz on they backs
Getting fucked like a hoe in the back of a six-fo'
And sucking dicks like tricks
I only hang with G's, Cause they don't give a diznamn
To make it clear, they don't give a damn
I used to wear black but the shit got played
From the biting-Ass-Niggaz that I slayed
For trying to walk the path that I walk in
And 90% of 'em try to talk how I be talkin'
Yo, but they can't get that cause Ren ain't wit that
And niggaz in L.A. you need to quit that
So get your mouth off my family jewels
Cause playin' with Ren, you ain't fuckin' wit rules
It's every nigga for himself when I'm known to start to swing
Cause it ain't nothing but a thing
Or I can make it happen quick and put a bullet to your chest (*Gunshot*)
So I can speed up the process...

[Outro: MC Ren Talking]
Hey yo, KM.G "What's up"
why don't tell these niggaz what time it is in '91

[KM.G]
Yeah, there it is
The straight gangster shit on the motherfuckin' hit
The Black Mafia sound from the motherfuckin' underground
Cussin' and bussin'
Lettin the underground have it
There it is!

[MC Ren]
And yo, this is MC Ren
Real nigga number one
Gettin' the job done, yo!
And everybody out there, they know what time it is
Tell 'em what's up

[ColdUm 187]
Yo this is Cooooooooold 187
Yo, you know I'm doing the mad-Ass-Gangster shit always
That's how I gets paid
Yo, we gotta sign off and we outta here...yeah..

[Sample from 'New Jack City]
Now that's how you kill somebody my brother
You get right up on the motherfucker, and BOO-YAA!
Blow his brains all over the sidewalk in broad daylight..

Above the Law - V.S.O.P

You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P"
You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P"
You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P"
You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P"

Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P ohhhh come on
Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P ohhhh come on

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um and Km.G]
alright first off then let me introduce my self
I'm the C to the o-L-D, one Eighty Seven
oooh I heard that the player with the Speech
cause it's me KM.G more flex then sex of the bitch
ooh yes, my brother takes two to the tangle
and since we got them when we get them, we better use the right angle
so I'm push, push in the back of the bush
cause it's a wonderful for feelin'
Yeah, cause we got the good for y'all suckers in ninety deuce
the whole part of gaffle, the whole gallon of zeuce
so I'ma ease up on them, real quick watch me hit them
brothers fall on the racial, what we hit them up for
cause when I'm on the bounce, I roll wit the set then comin' out
to take your car, your women, your whole damn house
so now I strapped with the quickness "yeah"
I flex my ends into my Benz and let God be the witness
oooh I'm finna teach you how the body slam, let me show you
but steppin' to my ball I got somethin' dope for you
so hold zone, to my willie
and don't be scared when we do the bug boogie
Yeah, it's like bam bam, bambam, that's the sound of my heater
when the ill stuff jumps
I keep it strickly confidential, bullet Proof is requested
got the fits in my hand and I've already blessed it
so toast to the record G
cause I'm C-O-L-D, the beat is kinda helpin' and I'm tipsy
cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high
when I get to the hook of the joint, you know why.........

[Chorus: Km.G]
everything is fine
when you're rollin' with your homies and a little bit of V.S.O.P.
all the niggaz gettin' high
with a whole lot of chronic and a gallon of a V.S.O.P.
if you wanna feel fine
free your mind to the mega shots of V.S.O.P.
now you gotta get hype
and you turn into G with a little bit of V.S.O.P.

[Verse 2: Cold 187Um and KM.G]
To G or not to G, which is the answer, out of control
console your soul
Yeah they're schemin' on the big hit, and tryin' find a quick pick
lookin' for a real shit (*tires screeching and car crash*)
hold up, but that's counterfeit
on the real the funk don't appeal
You think you got clout, but you really down and out
so hold on tight, as we take you down the running way
how many, how many times I got to tell you that I don't play
ooh and if you don't know, I have to change my barrel
cause I roll on my ride around the way to Sack
oooh, yeah we did it like Venus
see it's been like 89 since the last time you've seen us
tell me, my peoples did you miss me on the real
who's never Paper tramps like hollyfield
Yeah, vision this, that sucker tried to sky me
when I'm harder then Kuwait or california earthquake
cause I got the munchies for your love so come and kick it
but you better come prepared cause it gets kinda wicked
Yeah, cause you can walk a blank if you schemin' for my bank
don't play me like a trick, yo my name ain't Marry
cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high
when I get to the hook of the bullet, you know why.........

[Chorus: Km.G]
everything is fine
when you're rollin' with your homies and a little bit of V.S.O.P.
when I was at the mall the other day
I saw some honies and I offered them some V.S.O.P.
at the party was pumpin
when the brother bailed in with a gang of V.S.O.P.
at the end of the jam
You should all run out and get a gallon of V.S.O.P.

[Outro: KM.G]
V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P.
V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P.-> (*whispering*)
V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P.-> (*whispering*)
V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on, V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on
uh uh yeah, come on, V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on
very fine, V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P.

(*explosion*)

Above The Law Feat. 2Pac, Money B - Call It What U Want

You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
Yes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it
it still comes out black
See it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want
[2Pac]
Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground
but when I'm with the Mafia we DROPPIN YA
And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin ya, baby why not
You shouldn't jock me cause I'm popular
The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin G-Funk, but you can call it what you want
How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin for me (see ya!)
That's why I love to go on tour G
Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin on a forty
So you can call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money
[Money B]
Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin
in Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on
Mother's Day
First and fifteenth, another way of sayin it
I got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew
Cause ooh I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin and got the Wonder Twin powers
I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper
Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger
I blow you to bits and I be gettin a kick out of grabbin the mic and
flingin
lyrics with the maximum security
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a
Yankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
[Cold 187um]
Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187 why you wanna be a G?" Welllll..
I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
And never worry bout a bitch, cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)
Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same
So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
Cause when I'm bustin on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, cause when I'm goin deep
the only customers gettin served in the housssse, is the pussy I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang
I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y'know)
Cause hoes always be sayin they got it goin on but if they wanna
get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
the No Mack Nigga, from the planet called Silk
I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-
pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa
Now hold up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin spliff
Me the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)
Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
So I POST on em, then I COAST on em
No I never never never had a murder rap
And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck
snapped
So there it is, and how it's gonna be
So I pass the joint, to my man KM.G
[KM.G]
Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
Ah-say what you want, I'm workin for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass hoe
Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
and see which playa, is up for the downstroke
(Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)
So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin for more
Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin my house
like, BAM, and I'm like, DAMN
Now my niggaz done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nastyman
Cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin behind the bushes
drinkin coffee, smoove waitin to talk see
like a true hoe gigolo should be
See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want

Above the Law - Rich Thugs

[Intro: Cold 187Um Talking]
1999, the Saga continuous, hustlers shit
streets shit, Rich Thugs shit, what

[Round 1: Cold 187Um]
yeah, haha ha ha, Above The Law back in this motherfucker
yeah, Cold 187Um, Big Hutch
yo, Big Loco, A.K.A. Km.G, DJ K-oss
yo, check it, yo, you motherfuckers ready to go to war
this how the shit goin' down, Rich Thugs
Livin' Like Hustlers part two, what's up motherfucker
ha ha ha ha ha....

[Hook: Km.G]
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs

[Round 2: Cold 187Um]
I told you motherfucker I was comin' back with heat
fuck you, fuck your baby mamma, fuck all y'all hate motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers, this is the real shit
now we gonna do what the fuck we wanna do
fuck your Record labels, fuck your Record deals
this time we get real
Rich Thugs, Livin' Like Hustlers part two
what's up motherfucker, ha ha ha ha ha......

[Hook: Km.G]
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, forever
Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs, Rich Thugs

[Outro: Cold 187Um Talking]
you know what, this is show time bitch
what's up Above The Law
99/2000, Rich Thugs, ha, ugh