Above the Law, MC Ren - Process of Elimination lyrics

"can I get a little time man
Can I get some time"
No, no, time is expired mothafuckers
Do you know motherfuckers need to get the
Fuck up off our back "yeah"
Cause you know ATL ain't never going
Out like that "Black Mafia Life"
I am the Coooooold 187
Yo, and I'ma do a little somethin' like this

Now see some try to label me a psychopath
Cause, I think the shit is funny when
I'm bustin' on a fool's ass
It don't matter (shit's out the Glock)
Cause ain't no names on a
Bullet in a shootout
The way I think is kinda
Strange you would guess
But nowadays it's like the
Motherfuckin' wild west
One come up, put you six feet under


And do it so fast I'll make everybody wonder
Yo? Where he go, where he been, where he at
They find you in the alley with
A 38 slug in your back
Cooold, waiting for the meat wagon
I put two in your head to
Let you know it wouldn't lack
Straight Mafia style is kinda crazy
Nooooooh, the motherfucker didn't fade me
Yo, so tell your homie, tell your clique
Tell your gang then we can go cap for cap
Or we could throw them thangs
But in a heated scrap when things are cookin'
One of my homies might bust
When you ain't lookin' (Gun shots)
And now they saying that
Them niggas be trippin
But just like we say in the
Hood "don't get caught slippin"
So I stay strapped, even though I rap
When I step, see, the old punks and new jacks
They still wanna get a rep
But, I'll be that motherfucker just
Like the Grim Reaper
But a little bit cheaper
So fool, you better get your shit together
Cause if you fuck with 87
He will hunt you forever
Yeah, and that's how you deal
With them punk motherfuckers

Ha ha ha, yoyo KMG "What's up my nigga"
What's up man?

This is the process "The process of what?"
Process of Elimination "yeah"
Eliminatin' all fools that
Don't understand the
Black Mafia sound "hell yeah"
Let me let 'em have it

You see
You could just label me the undertaker
Cause, I speed up your chance for
You to meet your maker
See, Judgement Day has come
You're being tried by a black-Ass-Nigga
That's pulled many triggas
Shit, I'm the jury and I'm also the judge
For this I'm around, I can't show much love
Here's a vision: I'm a motherfuckin' assassin
Fools I clip keeps me clockin' a grip
So I lay low then I wait for a connection
"Surveillance ain't shit to us
Without police protection"
Cause when niggas got a gun "yeah"
Motherfuckers better run
Cause there's one more thing that's worse
Than a black man rappin'
And that's another nigga cappin'
Cause when brothers were slaves
If a nigga had a gat
He woulda fucked all the hoes and
Took the white man's sack
But this is the 90's and
What's really going on?
We jackin' marks for their title
They ends and they zones
Give a pimp a little paper, he's a politician
Anything's possible, call me Alouitious
Shit, this is a potion to sip and don't hurl
A Black Mafia bullet from the underworld
So if you scared of the rhymes and
You ain't really used to us
You a black guillotine
The motherfuckin' executioners
Yeah, Now let a real G from the
Real niggas eliminate a few fools

Yeah, MC Ren in here
You know what I'm sayin'?
All about that Black Mafia Life
With ATL you know I'm livin' like a hustler
I'm the real nigga number 1
Yo, we about to do somethin' right
Here so check this out
It goes like thischeck it

The process of elimination
The real nigga number one
I'll get the motherfuckin' job done
Because my voice is like a defensive line
You beggin' for me to come with it because
I'm attacking you with the rhyme
Because MC Ren'll talk the days of wayback
And how I had niggas on they backs
Getting fucked like a hoe in
The back of a six-fo'
And sucking dicks like tricks
I only hang with G's
Cause they don't give a diznamn
To make it clear, they don't give a damn
I used to wear black but the shit got played
From the biting-Ass-Niggas that I slayed
For trying to walk the path that I walk in
And 90% of 'em try to talk how I be talkin'
Yo, but they can't get that
Cause Ren ain't wit that
And niggas in LA you need to quit that
So get your mouth off my family jewels
Cause playin' with Ren
You ain't fuckin' wit rules
It's every nigga for himself when I'm
Known to start to swing
Cause it ain't nothing but a thing
Or I can make it happen quick and
Put a bullet to your chest
So I can speed up the process
Hey yo, KMG "What's up"
Why don't tell these niggas what
Time it is in '91

Yeah, there it is
The straight gangster shit on
The motherfuckin' hit
The Black Mafia sound from
The motherfuckin' underground
Cussin' and bussin'
Lettin the underground have it there it is!

And yo, this is MC Ren real nigga number one
Gettin' the job done, yo!
And everybody out there
They know what time it is tell 'em what's up

Yo this is Cooooooooold 187
Yo, you know I'm doing
The mad-Ass-Gangster shit always
That's how I gets paid
Yo, we gotta sign off and we outta hereyeah

Now that's how you kill somebody my brother
You get right up on the motherfucker
And BOO-YAA! Blow his brains all over the
Sidewalk in broad daylight