Above The Law - Game Wreck-Oniz-Iz-Game lyrics

(Eazy-E) Alright, this sh** is fly I know Dre didn't do the motherf**er, but you know what?! This sh** ain't right unless I'm rappin' on this motherf**er (Total K-Oss) You got somethin' for it n***a, what's up? (Eazy-E) You goddamn right, I got somethin' for it Matter fact, I got the motherf**er right here in my pocket Give me a motherf**in' beat (Total K-oss) Alright, let's do this sh** (Eazy-E) Batter up, and let me hit you with some crazy-a** sh** Welcome to the E's bottomless pit Where I play the mothaf**in' executioner Thinkin' the devious things of a murderer Yes, the menace of all menaces back in the Guinness Book of Records for smokin' motherf**ers, you see Cause there's only one E-A-Z-Y-E And I'm kickin' the Chronic on this ATL LP So one motherf**in, two motherf**in, three All you punk b**hes better respect me as a G Cause I got the dope sack, without a motherf**in' doubt And when the sh** hits the fan, it's outta my mouth Kickin' that gangster sh**, boy, it pays And if you got the Buddah, then motherf**er blaze And hit it for the city of Compton Shouts goes out to those who remain foes Cause I like to be the motherf**in' underdog And if we got beef (*bullets spraying sound*) leap like a frog I used to be the quicker picker upper b**h But I took recess and it's time to rip shop By the way I gotta earn my dap And it's always on if a n***a wanna scrap And you don't stop (Kokane) Well alright (Cold 187um talking) Yeah yeah, that was cool E Yo, we gotta let Kokane get in here and do somethin', man Before he step off You know what I'm sayin Yeah, kick it (Kokane) Ah... dibby-dibby soundbwoy, dibby-dibby soundbwoy Ready to catch you dibby-dibby-dibby sound- It's like heary, heary, come one, come all Kokane is servin' s**ers at the players balls If you come up (? ), you will get blasted A tisket a tasket, we dump your body in a basket Or bury you in a casket, dependin' on how you fit We can go raggamuffin' or get into some G sh** We'll take the gun or we kick the flavor Cause when I flow, when I flow you'll catch the vapor And now I'm rollin' on twisters hittin' them switches I make a quick stop to collect from my many b**hes After b**hes, they do my every deed It's like some sell p**y, some sell coke, some sell weed What you need, what you want I can supply I got the new improved sh** that's guaranteed to get you high Yo, there's no same to my game, my name is Kokane I'm pimpin' b**hes in the church, preachin' God's work But I'm the smartest thing to quit around So put your money in a basket and pa** the motherf**er down Sayin' what King James wrote And I'ma give you the Holy Ghost for a motherf**in' c-note Ride around town in a all-black Ferrari I said, 'Hallelujah, oh the Lord gave it to me' Knowin' that a n***a is motherf**in wrong I go the choir singin' that sad song (DJ Total K-Oss) Yeah, that's why I'm a Nickel Slick n***a (KM.G) Yeah, but it's time for ATL to get in this motherf**er (DJ Total K-Oss) Black Mafia, Pimp Clinic on a level Also n***a, must remain Above The Law (KM.G) n***a, Cali' comes to Harlem, or maybe Brooklyn or the Bronx (Or was it way out west where we be breakin' up jumbs for punks) I paid 13.5 for some weight up in Queens But you know, the n***a had to run it, if you know what I mean Cause I'm Jack, the motherf**in' Tripper And if you slip while I'm trippin', I'ma have to pull a clip-per And hit a corner, buy a bird in Miami Come back on consignment for my homeboy Sammy Now Sammy down in Tampa for himself comin' up A few birds in the street, now his ego is pumped I pull a heater on a n***a if the sh** gets deep That's on my homie, all my homies, may they rest in peace Too all the G's and Mackaronies From the City of Angels jackin' phonies Elect me two weeks, smoke Buddha for breakfast White folks in pintos and n***as get Lexus Check this, the hoe-tamin, macadamian Much, much gamin, works and the fame and Too much dicks for one hoe, sometimes a n***a gotta sling it So the rich b**hes g**nin' The Mafia pimps is back funkin the section Twistin' on them twisters with the hump connection Ain't nothin' changed from the time I began Except a n***a got a little more ends (Cold 187um) Since I'm the last n***a, I'm the soul survivor I got the illy illy style for the Jeeps and the Lowriders I made a promise to myself that when you hear me Kick the gangsta sh**?? though hear what makes a s**er fear me As for the b**hes, well I don't have time Cause I'm a young black hustler comin' up on a rhyme So skip to the lool, my baby, more bounce to the ounce Cause I don't wanna be the one with a b**h that try to take my bank account Oh what the hell, oh what the hell, they all think I'm a simp But they all fall in love when they find out I'm a pimp Cause temptation probably k**ed some of my homies Livin' in a world of backstabbers and phonies If I was Tony the Tiger I would say the world was 'great' If I was Mike Tyson I would be in jail for rape But I'm sorry this approached you cause I'm not the average Joe That can flow, cause I believe that I'm worth much more So I kick it like a h*mo n***a They wanna be on mine cause I live much bigger Why don't you say what you did when you said what you did to me? b**h, yeah, you all on my dick tryin' to gank me and my homies But you know you never gets none Because if gankin's bein' done I be the motherf**in' one From the East Coast, the West Coast Now tell me who's the best coast?! Who's the innovators and who's the perpetrators Who comes first, yo, and who comes later Cause I always got my bulletproof vest, y'all Whether I'm chillin' in the east or the west, y'all You know I have to give my props to the best, y'all And there's the s**ers out there (? ) to the rest, y'all Yeah, cause I'm a n***a that's hailed from the west And I'm smokin' motherf**ers like Elliot Ness Yeah, and you don't stop