Above the Law - Encore lyrics

People came in by the load encore, encore
People came in by the load
Ooh, when love is strong

Yeah, y'all, I felt the need
I had to let you all know
How Above the Law flow
We keep that funky gangster ratio
Yeah, we're taking our time
Cause patience is a virtue
Plus, we ain't in a hurry
To motherfucking hurt you
Peep, we checked in, date in 1989
Intertwined with some chips to sign
On the little dotted line
It was lovely and the Dineros was clean
Different from the crack money
But green was green
Fresh on the scene, niggas
Didn't know the time, we're enterprising
But never realising how the criming
And the rhyming would twist
And make a hell of a mix
Had the neighborhood fiending like some
Junkies before a fix
Half of Cali' came to get with the source
They did after we down
Players could have their 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
Funking 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 and slide through the street
A real nigga ready to eat
Rolling tough with the Glock on my seat

Yeah, now I done travelled around 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 way out basis
I put it down with the true crew
We're leaving player haters mesmerised
When we trip through

Well, I know a whole truck full
I'm trying to stay two steps ahead of
That bullshit they're trying to pull
Motherfuckers claim they hard
And putting half to work
And did half the dirt
Ain't even from the turf
What I would do if I was you
Is shut your fucking mouth
Cause we be moving keys
While you're playing house
I'm the original, rap murderer
See, I can beat your ass, rock the Mic
Or fuck your girl on a good night
Cause from Pomona to SC
I represent the real niggas that do
The who-ride with me "yeah" yo, on the real
I got skills like a fifth degree black belt
Plus, I'm ten times more
Explicit than the Sculpt
Niggas making schemes and gimmicks
To sell LP's
Instead of being real and stacking G's
Yo, ugh, I'm like a fool at a house party
If I'm heated
I'm fucking it up for everybody

Awww, you don't know?
Yo, it's Mr 187 with my
Dick all in your whore
Yeah, if she wanna encore
Yeah, She won't know, it won't more