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Above the Law - Encore lyrics
Chorus: People came ?? Encore, encore People came in by the load Ooh, love is strong (KMG) Yeah y'all, I felt the need, I had to let ya all know How Above The Law flow, we keep it funky gangster ratio Yeah, we taking our time, 'cos patience is a virtue Plus we ain't in a hurry to motherfuckin' hurtcha,P We checked in date of 1989 Intertwined with some chips to sign On the little dotted line It was lovely and the DeNiro was clean Different from the crack money, but green was green Fresh on the scene, niggas didn't know the time, we enterprising But never realising how the criming and the rhyming would twist And make a hell of a mix Had the neighbourhood fiending like some junkies before a fix Halfa Cali came to get with the source They did after we down, players could have they own choice Either rap singing, or even street singing, It didn't make a difference, long as the funk you're bringing Everybody's down with the Pimp Clinic But all they wanted was a piece, piece of the streets And we be all up in that ass with the quickness, The thickness, yeah Funkin the set from here to the east This is a player thing, this ain't no fucking bullshit Because we pull shit My name is KMG, I'm from the Clinic and the Park You either get glocked in the dark, or get sparked Yeah, I had to change my wives, change my ways Straight cut the strays and live for better days Low ride, slide Through the street, a real nigga ready to eat Rolling tough with the glock on my seat (Cold 187) Yeah, now I done travelled round the world and said a million rhymes Like with NWA, back in 89 I put the C in the controversy in the industry Like Eazy E and Ice T, yo I did thousands of shows, I dissed many faces I deal with new jacks on a waayy out basis I put it down with the true crew We leaving player haters mesmerised when we trip through (KMG: "How many suckas you know?") Well, I know a whole truck full, I'm trying to stay two steps ahead of any bullshit they tryin to pull Motherfuckers claim they hard, And put in half the work, and did half the dirt Ain't even from the dirt What I would do if I was you is shut your fuckin' mouth 'Cos we be moving keys while you're playin house I'm the original rap murderer See, I can beat your ass, rock the mic Or fuck your girl on a good night 'Cos From Pomona to SC I represent the real niggas, daddy, who ride with me Yo, on the real I got skills like a fifth degree black belt Plus I'm ten times more explicit than the ?? Niggas making schemes and gimmicks to sell LP's Instead of being real and stacking G's Yo, uh, I'm like a fool at a house party, If I'm heated, I fuck it up for e'rybody (KMG: "What's your name, nigga?") Oh you don't know, yo, It's Mr.One Eighty Seven with my dick all in ya ho Yeah, if she wanna ???? She won't know ??? |
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