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Above the Law - The Last Song lyrics
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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