1996

[Intro: KM.G] Yeah, much dedication To Uno Untro Theatre He loved that wicked shit It's for 9-6 Too much mix [Verse 1] [KM.G] 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 [Cold 187Um] 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 [Chorus: KM.G] 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 [Verse 2] [KM.G] Come on, KM.G, 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 [Cold 187Um] 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 And everything else remains the same Still the same niggas, still the same 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 [Chorus & Outro: KM.G & Cold 187um]