Above the Law - 1996 lyrics
[Above the Law - 1996 lyrics]
Yeah, much dedication to Uno Ocho Siete
He loved that wicked shit it's for 9-6
Too much mix
Make me a picture, sweet as a memory
No enemies allowed or enabled to get in to me
Hot, fills by body, makes my blood swoll
Real motherfuckers that was seven years loyal
We lost my niggas 6 months ago
And people said: that we out the dark
But we remained sick thick with shit
The Pimp Clinic, niggas in the Park
Cause see, cash rules everything around
I'm lookin' for a bitch to take
10 of them things out town
Cause niggas outta state got the proper price
A couple of fights
Back and forth and we be head tight
You're tryin' to floss
Sellin' dopes on the corner
It's 1996, lay you on some white shit
If the po-pos done bitchin'
Them player haters willin'
I be sippin' on the Alizé way up on the hill
Waitin' for Tomica to check in
So we can grab the money
Make a profit and re-up again
Yeah, it's like my life's one way big hustle
3-65 mothafucker 3-65 mothafucker
3-65, yeah
What see, we're lettin' y'all niggas know
The motherfuckin' real
What see, how the motherfuckers
That get your fuckin' cap peeled what see
We're lettin' y'all motherfuckers turn
To the real cause, I might right trip
Above the Law niggas'll kill at will
Come on, KMG, no need to be limit again
Count the money, so I can get wet
Sweat that ass
Who can let the nigga smoke that hash?
There's too many Glocks in
The motherfuckin' stash
We can't walk through the clean part of town
Cause the skinny busters, nigga
Might steal our fuckin' sound
And get draw down quick like quick gore
Talent bullets to they dome
More leave you hardcore
In stores, so what you need?
And we got that funk sack
That wets your fuckin' feet
Take you to valley with the chirmin' in Alley
Niggas shootin' bangers
California street gangsters
Ugh, I got the infra-red set on the tech
Ready to roll
On some punk-ass niggas tryin' to
Pop like they swoll
Sayin' we put whack shit out
When they knew our first LP was rolled
Straight out of the Fatike house
That's why I roll with the sickest
That's why they call me 187 and
My style is the wickedest
Fuck the B-Boy the truck
I checked my nuts cause I be
Number one on the block still gettin' fuck
Yo, I keep it real motherfucker
Still I am a murderer, still I am untouchable
That was like 1989 now it's 1996
And the only thing changed is
My cars and my tilt
Plus everything else has changed
Many losses and many new names
Ugh, and that name was Above the Law
Is that mothafucker, it's all I want
Yeah, I said it
I put that on my great aimin'
See I be true to this shit I be claimin'
Yeah, yo, yo
Bring that shit back again we gonna blow you
You know, we're sick, I mean sick
He loved that wicked shit it's for 9-6
Too much mix
Make me a picture, sweet as a memory
No enemies allowed or enabled to get in to me
Hot, fills by body, makes my blood swoll
Real motherfuckers that was seven years loyal
We lost my niggas 6 months ago
And people said: that we out the dark
But we remained sick thick with shit
The Pimp Clinic, niggas in the Park
Cause see, cash rules everything around
I'm lookin' for a bitch to take
10 of them things out town
Cause niggas outta state got the proper price
A couple of fights
Back and forth and we be head tight
You're tryin' to floss
Sellin' dopes on the corner
It's 1996, lay you on some white shit
If the po-pos done bitchin'
Them player haters willin'
I be sippin' on the Alizé way up on the hill
Waitin' for Tomica to check in
So we can grab the money
Make a profit and re-up again
Yeah, it's like my life's one way big hustle
3-65 mothafucker 3-65 mothafucker
3-65, yeah
What see, we're lettin' y'all niggas know
The motherfuckin' real
What see, how the motherfuckers
That get your fuckin' cap peeled what see
We're lettin' y'all motherfuckers turn
To the real cause, I might right trip
Above the Law niggas'll kill at will
Come on, KMG, no need to be limit again
Count the money, so I can get wet
Sweat that ass
Who can let the nigga smoke that hash?
There's too many Glocks in
The motherfuckin' stash
We can't walk through the clean part of town
Cause the skinny busters, nigga
Might steal our fuckin' sound
And get draw down quick like quick gore
Talent bullets to they dome
More leave you hardcore
In stores, so what you need?
And we got that funk sack
That wets your fuckin' feet
Take you to valley with the chirmin' in Alley
Niggas shootin' bangers
California street gangsters
Ugh, I got the infra-red set on the tech
Ready to roll
On some punk-ass niggas tryin' to
Pop like they swoll
Sayin' we put whack shit out
When they knew our first LP was rolled
Straight out of the Fatike house
That's why I roll with the sickest
That's why they call me 187 and
My style is the wickedest
Fuck the B-Boy the truck
I checked my nuts cause I be
Number one on the block still gettin' fuck
Yo, I keep it real motherfucker
Still I am a murderer, still I am untouchable
That was like 1989 now it's 1996
And the only thing changed is
My cars and my tilt
Plus everything else has changed
Many losses and many new names
Ugh, and that name was Above the Law
Is that mothafucker, it's all I want
Yeah, I said it
I put that on my great aimin'
See I be true to this shit I be claimin'
Yeah, yo, yo
Bring that shit back again we gonna blow you
You know, we're sick, I mean sick