[Intro: KM.G]
Yeah, much dedication
To Uno Untro Theatre
He loved that wicked sh**
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 motherf**ers that was seven years loyal
We lost my n***as 6 months ago
And people said: that we out the dark
But we remained sick thick with sh**
The Pimp Clinic, n***as in the Park
[Cold 187Um]
Cause see, cash rules everything around
I'm lookin' for a b**h to take 10 of them things out town
Cause n***as 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 sh**
If the po-pos done b**hin', 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 mothaf**er
3-65 mothaf**er
3-65, yeah
[Chorus: KM.G]
What see, we're lettin' y'all n***as know the motherf**in' real
What see, how the motherf**ers, that get your f**in' cap peeled
What see, we're lettin' y'all motherf**ers turn to the real
Cause I might right trip, Above the Law n***as'll k** 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 a**
Who can let the n***a smoke that hash?
There's too many Glocks in the motherf**in' stash
We can't walk through the clean part of town
Cause the skinny busters, n***a, might steal our f**in' 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 f**in' feet
Take you to valley with the chirmin' in Alley
n***as shootin' bangers, California street gangsters
[Cold 187Um]
Ugh, I got the infra-red set on the tech, ready to roll
On some punk-a** n***as tryin' to pop like they swoll
Sayin' we put whack sh** 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
f** the B-Boy the truck
I checked my nuts cause I be number one on the block
Still gettin' f**
Yo, I keep it real motherf**er
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
Plus everything else has changed
Many losses and many new names
Ugh, and that name was Above the Law
Is that mothaf**er, it's all I want
Yeah, I said it, I put that on my great aimin'
See I be true to this sh** I be claimin'
Yeah, yo, yo, bring that sh** back again we gonna blow you
You know, we're sick, I mean sick
[Chorus & Outro: KM.G & Cold 187um]