Above The Law - 2 k**az lyrics

(feat. MC Ren) [Helicopter propeller turning] [Intro: Crime Scene investigation] "Okey what we have here?" We have a 187 black male, fictim of possibly 18 years of age... Gun shot wound to the head... Look like he is been dead of possibility 2 hours "uha" When we received a phone call quite sometime ago... But you know how it's when people have to come down into the Park And don't nobody wanna come down here... "yeah, were any witnesses step forward?" sh**, witnesses down in this motherf**er? Who's the f** is gonna come forward down here... "Okey, well let's get this area tipped off Let's move these f**in people back outta the way, behind the tape Let's get those cars outta here and get that car down here And pick up this motherf**in dead body" I want all y'all motherf**ers get the move in this sh** Everybody get back, everybody get back Hey you. you. you. yeah Take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please Okey, man, it's always a k**ing in the park [Hellicopter propeller turning] [Chorus: some girls] It's all like everyday, if you want some tray If you want some gun play Straight k**as in the park... Straight k**as in the park... If it ain't that right time of the day I think you better walk around the other way Straight k**as in the park... Straight k**as in the park... [Verse 1: K.M.G] Watch young brother now watchin me get game Well let me tell you about this little spot Where we check by the block mate, yeah it's servin' Straight claimin k**as in the park Put some out for my dead homies and my n***as stuck to the rock If you look up in the ride you'll see this Regals, colorists, foes, trays and big fat black Doodle Light posted hundred smokes for my folks, and case of Hennessy A couple of pounds of this stinky trees A few rats with mobile phone to keep calling the sh** Let's know when it's on Even rollin chick inside worse and worst got beef Dwellin, while we still drug sellin' But y'all don't heard that sh** from me... Oooh baby please What y'all know about k**as in the park That's the drums sound 40 felons holdin ground And I aid across you by the little B.G.'s- Ghetto Boys Cause y'all couldn't see this, they will known me enemies Straight provin to help us with that chicken movin Nine times outta ten We tell 'em meet us at the park at the dark To see where your nuts at 20 n***as with straps, 20 more with they packs, fully automatic My people stalk to see me, smelling like a gang with me Leavin n***as start k**ings in the park... [MC Ren:] "n***as in the Park" [Chorus] [Verse 2: MC Ren] n***a who in the f** you think you're talking to n***a you won't remember sh** when come through, out your coma It's compton and pomona k**as in the park from Cali' to Arizona You can't walk through the park, n***as crazy of the dark Keep your hand on the gun or n***a you'll be on the run n***as camoflauged in the night Packin Desert Eagles and 22's n***a f** the fight And f** them police that be thinkin they slick With they headlights on, tryin to creep, they can s** a fat dick Take your pig in the pimp clinic Stay your a** out the park cause this crazy n***as be off in it But I see you n***as there selling 'lley Hitting switches with your b**hes every motherf**in day So beware of the k**as in the park And get your a** on before it get dark, uhh n***as... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Cold187Um] You got to watch your back for the po-po's, creepin up out suburb-os Come on up the creep, for your works and your heap Deepest think then can get. I gets the f** about the one time It's just another player heater tryin' to take mine Yo, we regulate the buck them dawn to dusk So if the one time one, stash your gauge, you'll shut the f** up Cause they be comin with that black k**ing black You better watch your back because the streets full of pack Think it to myself yeah I'ma dump motherf**er Got me y'all off? tryin to act like ain't did nothin' But 'til the minute I slipped Yo, they'll all up in my mamma house trippin this sh** It's like my homies used to say If it gets that deep you got to put the motherf**ers to sleep And make the park once more won't safer Cause dumb sh** comin between we and my paper He that be in the park gettin rolled up? It be that n***a Short stopper sellin' cut up Yo, he ain't the homie, so we can't check It ain't personal n***a it's respect Yo, if I ain't part on swings, I'm in the basketball court I'm in the T-shirt, chuck T's and cut off Khaki short Junkies come and call me lil' boot camp I'm goin and see now, I'ma screamin New child Yeah, big ball going off like the mugg man, it's 9-1-1 man Stash the gold, take by the wrong man I just served then I ain't this trick Uhh, now we gettin restart quick I turned around and said fool you're a snitch I shot him in his junky-Ass-b**h I'ma k**a from the park... [Pow]