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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) 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) 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 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) 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 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 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) |
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[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* [sample from N.W.A.:Fuck Tha Police] Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* [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 can't just stand it Brothers claimin what ain't there, they're rhyme bandits I'll 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* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* [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* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* |
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(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 |
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| 4:31 |
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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) |
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[ KM.G ]Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the LawIn the motherfuckin placeThe Illustrator KM.GYo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin on[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a beatI add a rhyme, to make it sound completeI go into a state of mind that I very seldom enterTo put it on a black plate of wax with a hole in the centerUnderstand, I'm not the greatestAbove the Law is always funky fresh and we will never be the latestLook at that, we're two steps ahead of youI just simply get up on the mic and do what some MC's are scared to doGo for the gusto, if soYo, I keep my hat cut lowI'm a friend, not a foeA pro, as a artist Give my hardest as the farthestThat'll take it up the ladderSee, it really doesn't matterCause oppositions I will scatterThis I call rhymin, yo, not chitter-chatterLike Malcolm X, see, I be takin a standA man with the plan makin you danceOn the dancefloor, moreOf a new style that's worth your whileIt's from PamonaSo you know I had to lay this shit on yaHit the switch, then rewind this shitGrab a 40 ounce and go mack to a bitchNow ladies - please don't be offendedBecause my lifestyle is hustlin, and see, I'm in it to win itYo, what could I possibly be sayinMan, when I do it like that?[ Dr. Dre ]Just kickin lyrics[ KM.G ]Dope lyricsFunky lyricsUnlawful lyricsYo, drop your lyrics[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]See, I'm livin large, I clock dollars from day to dayAnd on the weekend go out for some playI'm like ballin with the untouchable HBCReal brothers that are down with meAnd if I call on em, you're gonna pay the costBecause they're puttin out contracts for you to get tossedMuffled, broke on, we throw you in the riverCement shoes, so that you sink much quickerCause me, I gotta have it, one way or the otherI'm takin out your family, your sister and your motherAnd your brother, undercover I got to keep ass cleanAnd when the shit goes down I'm nowhere to be seenYou know - what could I possibly mean, Dre?[ Dr. Dre ]Just kickin lyrics[ KM.G ]Dope lyricsUntouchable lyricsNotorious lyricsYo, a true baller at hand[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]Now see, I have to break it down like on a funky tipSo you don't want to slip or trip or maybe go overboardYou can't afford to ignore this styleAbove the Law steady housin em, change the dialI don't smile, I always keep a serious faceSo if this beat is that funky, why don't you pump up the bass?And fall into the groove like you're supposed toBut not too deep, because we got another show to doThis is dedicated to my brothers and sistersThe white, the black, and all the hip-hop listenersOne nation stayin under a grooveAbove the Law's pure in it to win it, we don't loseI'm not a new jack that smoke crack, don't play me like one87's got the power, if you want to, come get some, sonI think your status is weak, you'll never competeBut I don't have to sweat it, cause my posse's just too deepYeah, we kick ass and take names and remain the sameWe live large while you sit and complainI have to break it down to all the people I know>From L.A., New York, Detroit and ChicagoOh, I can't forget Dallas and D.C.Miami, Florida, St. Louis and PhillyBut back to the subject of rockin and jockinMakin it funkier than funky, keepin you hyper than hypeMakin you hot, so hot you want to drop to your kneesMake the whole damn nation catch a deadly diseaseCause when I rhyme, I makes a killinAnd if you haven't seen our show, you don't know the feelin(Word) that's all I gotta sayI'm just smooth kickin lyrics[ KM.G ]Unlawful lyricsDope lyrics[ Cold 187um ]Cold 187, a brother steppin into the '90s[ KM.G ]Yo, and the Illustrator KM.G knowledgeGoin out to my deejay K-oss and Go Mack
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[ INTRO ]
[ 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 want to 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 want to 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) |
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[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 |
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[Featuring N.W.A.] 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 |
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