Above The Law

(feat. Snow)

[Intro: Cold 187Um Talking]
Yo man, I heard you was havin' a couple of problems with your hoes

[Snow:]
Well you know I got a little philosophy for shit like that
It's like, you can pimp one hoe, you can pimp a thousand of them
Yo, but I'mma let KM.G break it down for them like this

[Verse 1: KM.G]
Yo, well let's ranch South Central
Here's a toast to the motherfuckin' boogie
Hoes with no clothes, get a woody
From a G-sta, so hoes want it on thick
You know a groupie's best friend is some hell of a dick
Yo, so once upon a time called now
As I give them a rhythm and I allow
For you to linger, before I send you
My trigger finger, ATL'll bring you stitches to your ass "Straight up"
So break me off somethin' proper for the bad 'n the bold
Much respect's committed to the hustlers beyond control
Release my pole, see what I can catch
A mega bitch with some ends or even a bare batch
Of some P-I-C, see what I can tossy
Asti Spumanti I pour onto her body
The hype mega shit that straight drowns the public
Penetentiary object, kinda lawful so that makes me a motherfuckin' subject
I see you strain to gain, or wielding a knife
Attempting to taste the Black Mafia life
On the funk tip "Yeah"
Every man has his price clip
Loaded in my pocket so a fool can't stop it
My nigga 187Um ask a pimp like me to drop it
For South Central, Compton and Watts
Fly skanks I'm willin' to gank, give me what you got
It's a position where ranching is the mission
A.T.L is direct
A little Dose Of The Mega Flex...

[Break: Cold 187Um]
You know Snow, bitches never cease to amaze me, man
When I breaks one bitch I have to turn around and break another one, man
I mean why? I buy her things, I keep them looking good
But hey, no dough, man
I mean, I keeps them broke, player
Hey, cause I'm all about adding, not subtracting, you know
"True, true"

[Verse 2: KM.G]
Well let's sail, sail to a land
Where a nigga is a king with a gun in his hand
True niggaz get scandalous, then it turns to gankin'
And your shit gets rowdy then you have to bank one "Ping"
Breaking, I'm broken, here's a token to play with
Flowing with attitude, so yo, check the difference again "yeah"
A bit of info to the hoes and bitches
KM.G'll serve motherfuckin' stitches
But kickin' it with the G's there's things we must rehearse
The one-time jacks, put my motherfuckin' gat in your purse
Not tryin to work you or leave you much to lean in
Cause punk-Ass-Niggaz treat bitches the way they wanna be treated
Yeah, you can see that you're a bitch if I ever seen one
Modern day tramp, smooth will get dick hung
It's all kinds of hoes and skanks and tramps
and hotties and skeezers "Yeah they all dick pleasers"
Then when I say "What up" I don't wanna put a damper
Hit a stupid-Ass-Bitch in the head with some Pampers
Maybe then I'll get a single mother's attention
Clothes on the counter, yo, I forgot to mention
That we done tossed all the tramps in the welfare line
So cash them checks cause it's pimpin' time
So come on hoes, shoot your best shot
Call me Elmer J. Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht
Or call me KM.G, I'm here to serve, on the wreck
Fly the seat out through the window for a dose of the mega flex....

[Outro: Snow]
Yeah man!
Man, I ain't had no more trouble with them fucking woman, sayin' [Ping]
I'm ready for fucking pimpin' any time, any goddamn day, you know
Right now, right now, right now, you know

[Cold 187Um:]
That's how you checks them, man
It makes them give you respect, you know what I'm sayin'
Yo, A.T.L the mega pimp clinic
'91 and we outta here, see you

[KM.G:]
Yeah man, I gotta go out here and put this game down
Like it supposed to be put down, you know
You know, always remember that you run things
And that's the way it is and that's how it's always gon' be
You know, yo, we sold
You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player

[Snow:]
That's spiritual man, see you man, you old time
Keep going, don't stop
Keep going, don't stop
Oh yeah

[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

[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

[ 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)

[ 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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Written By COLD 187 UM I. HAYES, A. ISBELL
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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)

(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
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