Above The Law

[Chorus]
To the people thats been locked away for a while
Keep your head up
To my peoples thats been strugglin all their life
Never give up (No never give up)
To my people that are lost along the way
I'll never forget (I'll never forget)
Live your life the way you have to to get ahead
With no regrets

I used to run with straight cap peelers
Hardcore killers
To the people next door I wasn't nothin but the dope dealer
Stayin up all night to make ends meet
Ya, cuz livin in the ghetto ain't cheap
And ask me do my momma know a thing - hell nah
Cuz she gon be the first to turn me into the law
I got tired of seeing the drama on her face
All stressed out and depressed tryin to keep the place
So I worked odd job after odd job for the man
But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands
I'm stressed out right about now
So I hooked up with the homey from the streets to put it down
He said you make 2 G's a drop
Nigga don't be flossin about it or your ass sure to get popped
Thinkin to myself I'ma do this for now
Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut
I'm doing about six drops a week
I'm knowin niggaz from everyhood - partner it's all good
I'm in school tryin to live out moms dream
Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen
Locked in the game doin my thang like Bruce Wayne
Tryin to ease momma pain and stop the rain
I thank God I never been to the pen
But if I had to I'd do it again
Y'all better ask somebody

[Phone rings]
What's up man, this is Vin man
-yo what's hapnin man
I got some drama with some old playa haters
-ah man, that's why you was blowin me up man? (-stop through)
old horny ass, I'll be there in a mintue

Like G's we roll with the ass rocked
Like G's we roll with the tops down
Like G's we coast til homey past the post
Cuz yo we finna get fucked up
I say uhhh kick the ? and uhhh

Can you fell my illustration
I'm thick for the penetration
No hesitation I step to a f blowin the dust off her shelf
I'm kinda horny - I just bounced from the county
So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb
Hit it smooth then slide out the room
After making you assume the position
Now I'm in the twist after goin on a mission
Gotta spit at my homeys though - you know my peoples
Yeah the ones in the hill plus the folks in the hood - we all equal
I was talkin to my partner the other day
We was sitting in the mall parking lot
He was bout to serve three chicken wings
He said "shit ain't changed, homey, shit ain't changed"
So uh, strap for strap even though I rap
Ain't know way in the hell I can watch my own back
So I got my brother on the right and my brother on the left
One in a khaki suit, the other one well dressed
Hit you ass like the stealth - Above the Law
Too much caviar, put holes through ya, lick you thorough your radar
See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics
I'm on a cheddar run so my family benefits
I through the videos on the table for my young ones
Let the maid know that I'm out - y'all I'm on one
To meet with some real conglomerates on the street for some heat
Then we smoke baby, then we drink baby
Now my homies, I love my Cali scene
It's the real thing, it's the real thing

Featuring yukmouth
(k.m.g.)
seems never, no hesitation for my frustration
i feel the years that i'm facin', so it's here money track, i'm lacin'
with that gothic lifestyle that i'm used to, voodoo,
bent back with a bag of gumby and the hindu.
twelve playas, way, beyond control
lookin' for two or three bustas that done sold they soul
see my name is k.m.g. (whoop whoop), do ya know me?
i think ya lightweight like your see-through homies
hold this, while i smoke this, make you focus on the pistol & the chrome
and the homie fly as, california born.
we shake down, at the calabasas home,
and when we throw a gathering, ohh baby it's on.
see we, shake off the bustas, we got the cops checkin',
come down on imitators with they fake jail records.
yea, we use our method, our soul searching method,
and when we on the block after dark you might catch it.
disrespected? never that. cali west coast bellin',
check out all my homies with they colors (blue and red, much love)
mi amigos, i got my homies daring ya,
moody lifestyle mid from the bay area.
we like anderson, come ask for free,
soul searching with that nigga k.m.g, (k.m.g.)
soul searching with that nigga k.m.g. homie, (k.m.g.)
you don't wanna fuck with me...
(chorus x4)
why can't you see the light?
(yukmouth)
nigga, i was raised in a house full of dope fiends,
admiring ballers who sold cream, my street dream
like nas, mansion and four car garage,
keep trust in god with mob niggas in my enterouge.
you see that's why could be for broads,
i learned that from my pops when we used to mob the eldora-do,
through the muthafuckin' projects, i guess it's in my blood,
sometimes it seems like i'm next, to be a thug.
and end up selling drugs like my father,
or like my partner on the block, man, when i holler, squattin impalas
slanging rocks, man, it don't stop,
keeping the glock up in the cut cuz niggas know i, get sho' stopped
for yo bread, niggas drop dead, of hot lead,
"shot him up" that's what the cops said, a code red
call the muthafuckin ambulance,
could've ran but then again he never had a chance,
for soul chasing...
(chorus x4)

[Verse 1: KM.G]
If it ain't about the chips, I ain't 'bout the stress
That's why I stay dipped behind limousine tint
With a fly hooker, and a fly hookup
'Bout to bend the corner where K-oss cook up, yeah
Four tight-Ass-Chevys, linked at the spot
Pancaked and hot
Chariots await, for the homies call
That'll twist 'n grip, K Mr U-Haul
and fuck the fifty boys you see
Plus they ain't thinkin' 'bout the P.C.G
Trouble man like Marvin
Come humble with the bumble
Legs on stumble, lay the Glock on the table, now
Nigga, is you able to be my price
Or nigga, is you able to roll them dice?
Nah, but I see your ass trickin' tonight at the club
Bitches hittin' your ass for dubs
Yeah, I got beef with Bumpy, beef with the Grimmys
Two little bitches, careers all finished
I'm laughing at that ass with my homie Tow-Truck Kurt
Just put in work on your turf, nigga
G for it, and I'm ready for that rap shit
To capture all the scrill record deal could bring to me
Hennessy, diamond link, too many freaks
Asshole naked at the chateau on the beach
It's a hold up, with a L.A. flavour
You get rolled up with your bitch ass behaviour
That's the L.A. vibe...

[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
I'm like the grill on a '64 Chevy, I'm classic
Have your bitch sayin' "Hutch, we kinda tight,"
Push a SE 400 with the ??
Niggaz get scared when I bring the pain
I'm a legend, you could check the scrapbook
Snitches and player-hating bitches, gettin' shook
Got to lay law, when I say it's time to lay
Got to pay up, when I say it's time to pay
Because you don't really wanna see me and my kinfolk
Hanging out the window, with the toolie "pow"
We comes deep like the waters in heavy soup
We got it sewed up every block, every avenue
Uh, that's the L.A. vibe...

[Chorus x4: KM.G]
It's the L.A. vibe

[Outro x2: KM.G]
See I mash up the block, I love my turf
And players can hate for what it's worth
I twist what I can just to stay alive
cause that's the L.A. vibe
[Echoes]

[Intro: Cold 187Um Talking]
[Thunder and Lightning]

[Piano playing]

[Break: Spanish ad libs]

[Cold 187Um]
this is how it's goin' down
across town, yeah

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
In life we have good times
Like rolling in a Chevy in the high palm trees
As we see Erika and Kasha give us nothing but props
As we sip on fine Remi like there's no tomorrow
We run into bad times
Bad times meaning
When you look on your porch to pick up your package
There's a couple of extra UPS men
That aren't normally there when you pick up your package
Sad young player, I feel your pain
Seems our downfall has been a game
Sad times
Sad times meaning
When you go gold
Oh yes, you yourself do go gold
Do go platinum
But 75% of the work you do
Was created by someone who wants 100% of your publishing
Nothing's in your name
You're not really a player in the game
But the whole world seems to think that you're
Some type of role model
Some type of act to follow
I say those who follow those under false pretenses
Shall suffer the ultimate devastation
Devastation meaning
While you've investing your time in being Mister Bigshot
Someone's contemplating on trying to take
The treasures that you think you got
It's a tangled web
Life is
God bless those who have one to give
Someone asked me
Do I like the life that I have?
I said yes
The good, the bad, and the sad
So welcome
And thank you...

[Break]
[Music playing]

[Outro: Cold 187Um Talking]
This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind
And with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time

[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

[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