N.W.A, KMG the Illustrator, Cold 187um, Kokane, Admiral Dancehall - Prelude lyrics
[N.W.A, KMG the Illustrator, Cold 187um, Kokane, Admiral Dancehall - Prelude lyrics]
The motherfucking saga continues
All hail to those believin in
The real gangsta shit
Cause when it comes to the real niggas
It makes the shit that much
Harder to deal with
Yeah, Above The Law up in this motherfucker
"Black Mafia" for life
Down with the real niggas for life! Ha ha
Yo Sweet Talk
Tell 'em what the fuck we here for!
Well alright y'all, USC, Compton, Watts
The Woods! All across the motherfuckin USA
Ye though I walk through the
The valley of real niggas
I should fear no man or motherfuckin Klan
Hear me one
Cause I been to the mountaintops, y'all
And I done seen through the
Eyes of a real nigga
(Yo, what you think about
The real niggas 187?)
Yo, they make some of the coooooooolest
Shit I done never heard!
Yo, for me KmG I must give it up
To the Ruthless motherfuckin gangsters
Fear no mob!
Because you're scared mon, you're scared!
Dem de pussy runnin at y'all scared mon
Bend dem silly bumba claat barber
'til de pussy claat run
BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! Keep Baby-lon on the run
Seen!
The real niggas is back
Cause there's too many bullshit records out
Niggas fiendin for what we put out
But you don't have to wait no longer
Because the new album is out and
The shit is much stronger
So many groups made three albums or more
And that weak-ass shit is still
Sittin in the record store
They wonder why it never sold
Niggas rappin since the 70's and
Still never went gold
Our first record sold two million copies
That's because you other
Motherfuckers are sloppy
You came out street and crossed over
And after that your career is fuckin over
Because of that you're not around
So shut the fuck up and witness
The sound of some real niggas
Yeah, motherfuckers!
Keepin' all you busters on the run in '91
Kick that shit, Ren
Most niggas can't understand
And never will if they ain't part
Of the Ruthless mafia clan
Niggas is dedicated to the streets
With hype fuckin lyrics and
The dope-ass beats
The songs will never come soft
Because I come off
So don't get in my way cause
Motherfucker you'll get cut off
And it's somethin you can move your lips to
To wrap around my dick and
Suck if it fit's you
And let me now if you wanna ride the D-IC-K
All day that's with no play
Cause ain't no rap group out that I know
That make me wanna listen to the radio
All I hear is motherfuckers tryin
To make a comeback
With lovesongs, and that shit is wack
And that's why your ass ain't around
Cause you don't have the motherfuckin sound
Of a real nigga (yeah motherfuckers!)
All hail to those believin in
The real gangsta shit
Cause when it comes to the real niggas
It makes the shit that much
Harder to deal with
Yeah, Above The Law up in this motherfucker
"Black Mafia" for life
Down with the real niggas for life! Ha ha
Yo Sweet Talk
Tell 'em what the fuck we here for!
Well alright y'all, USC, Compton, Watts
The Woods! All across the motherfuckin USA
Ye though I walk through the
The valley of real niggas
I should fear no man or motherfuckin Klan
Hear me one
Cause I been to the mountaintops, y'all
And I done seen through the
Eyes of a real nigga
(Yo, what you think about
The real niggas 187?)
Yo, they make some of the coooooooolest
Shit I done never heard!
Yo, for me KmG I must give it up
To the Ruthless motherfuckin gangsters
Fear no mob!
Because you're scared mon, you're scared!
Dem de pussy runnin at y'all scared mon
Bend dem silly bumba claat barber
'til de pussy claat run
BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! Keep Baby-lon on the run
Seen!
The real niggas is back
Cause there's too many bullshit records out
Niggas fiendin for what we put out
But you don't have to wait no longer
Because the new album is out and
The shit is much stronger
So many groups made three albums or more
And that weak-ass shit is still
Sittin in the record store
They wonder why it never sold
Niggas rappin since the 70's and
Still never went gold
Our first record sold two million copies
That's because you other
Motherfuckers are sloppy
You came out street and crossed over
And after that your career is fuckin over
Because of that you're not around
So shut the fuck up and witness
The sound of some real niggas
Yeah, motherfuckers!
Keepin' all you busters on the run in '91
Kick that shit, Ren
Most niggas can't understand
And never will if they ain't part
Of the Ruthless mafia clan
Niggas is dedicated to the streets
With hype fuckin lyrics and
The dope-ass beats
The songs will never come soft
Because I come off
So don't get in my way cause
Motherfucker you'll get cut off
And it's somethin you can move your lips to
To wrap around my dick and
Suck if it fit's you
And let me now if you wanna ride the D-IC-K
All day that's with no play
Cause ain't no rap group out that I know
That make me wanna listen to the radio
All I hear is motherfuckers tryin
To make a comeback
With lovesongs, and that shit is wack
And that's why your ass ain't around
Cause you don't have the motherfuckin sound
Of a real nigga (yeah motherfuckers!)