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Above the Law - Concrete Jungle lyrics
This is Michelle Devine, coming to you live from the hoods finest WALZ, I gotta give a shout out to my homegirl, Mimi She just broke up with her man Hey I always say if you can't break a nigga, then shake the nigga This next song is goin out to all the players Somethin new from Above the Law called concrete jungle (KMG) I say what's up fool, I'm kickin it with my partners I'm checkin with my homies and we movin shit proper I peep a magnum bitch, I'm wonderin' what she thinkin She say what you lookin at pimp, I'm wonderin what this hoe was drinkin As she greased that ass in the place And then the pimp clinic recognized the face It's the same old bitch with the jack move Real smooth, with nothing to prove (Cold187um) So here comes the 5-7 sniper Bitches can't dance if they can't pay the piper Tryin to make a G like every single day I'm sippin on some Alazai, rollin in the rag top trey Yo, a young nigga tryin to have it Doin it like I'm doin it, is an everyday habit Do I do I lick, or do I call a caper Cause I'm like sprung off the motherfuckin paper (KMG) Now, now, now niggaz wanna know where we get it from We play dumb, then they ask can we get some No, you gotta step and if you can't bring the funk And if I gave you a chunk you'd probably skip town punk And run and tell your motherfuckin bitch or two Or your hoe, cause you thought the clinic had no clue Now scandalous motherfuckers get broke to they knees As the click run in ya like the AIDS disease (CHORUS)(2x) Nothin from nothin leaves nothin In the concrete jungle Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow (Cold187um) Now I'ma get straight to the point cause I'm here And just like Shaq I'ma slam the pill On the real, so chill, cause fools be tryin to loc up Fuckin around with my they only get they ass broke up Or broke down, cause niggaz be tryin to clown this shit But find out that I don't play the bitch Yo, the last nigga tried to play me like a hoe Got popped with my motherfuckin 4-4 (KMG) So now you know what its like to get clipped to the otherside We rowdy when we in the G ride We dumpin out the window K-Oss blaze the indo Suckas at the door, nah, it's Nina Flow Back up off me we about to wreck shop, take shop It's niggaz on the list that might get mobbed up If they don't cut with the quickness Cause we always strappin 9's to help with the thickness (Cold187um) Cause if you're soft, you'll never ever get no fuckin props You're funky on the block, snitchin to the fuckin cops Like KMG say you better back up Cause when you play the pussy boy, you get fucked Cause I'm cold, leave you ass stuck like Subzero Jump that ass out, and rip out your torso See that's the price when you're fuckin with the real So take my advice and just chill (CHORUS) How you get that cash flow Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow Jungle Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow Yeah, I told you it would be the bomb, right now I wanna give a shout out to everybody on the westside kickin it Everybody on the eastside doin they thang, I gotta message for Tyrone Dede say she don't wanna be wit you no more, damn it's a cold world And Pam, GQ's from the east side said that ain't his baby Girl, you better check that nigga, or check yourself Oh Shawn, Pea just called in, she said that was fucked up The way you played her last night at the club Said everything's all right, she just wanna know Who that ugly bitch was you left with, anyway I gotta get out, the word for the day is paper If you ain't got none, you better get some And if you don't know how you get it You better learn |
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