Cold 187um - Evil That Men Do lyrics

[Intro: KM.G whispering] Ugh, in the house Ccheck it out Above the Law, ATL, player Tell me where you at hah? Above the Law gang A.T.L, where you at hah? Pimp Clinic Gang Where you at hah? Mad beats pumpin Where you at hah? That's what they say do hah? [Verse 1: KM.G] Diggin' their groom when they gang beat into the room Sippin' on thick Hennessey consume, yeah We're comin' through, ready to dance with the devil in the pale roomlight Gays kind of mad cause bang kind of tight See, that the feelin, how chill And bake a quater in the Westside For a n***a to get fly Tricks on some hookin' let him steal a gram Visit my hoes to get s**ed up I'm the man, lookin' for this other motherf**er Me and my game, he wanna get wicked He wanna take it there, dumpin' browns any time I G-up Yeah, I'll be the motherf**er to straight see ya So pa** the letter to the mail, hands up I just got a fax at the shack in my ride And now, they sent me on my pager Two chickens got stuck, someone's playin' with my paper All of a sudden, I had to sent the homie The big homie, the Pistol Whip Pistol whipped the whole clique Because we didn't benefittin' game Knowin Above The Law got to keep the name Maintained, stayin' away from them one times Cause we're pistol grippers And them turkey could be trippin' Bad unique uniform Plus, the NARCs come through like some motherf**in' quite storm All we have to do is stay more aware I'm about to flow in the the studio, bump a hoe and go And stay strapped all the time Put that L-neezie I'mma get rhyme, toss a gang of crimes So now you know, what we go through The evil sh** that real men do [Hook: various overvoices with somewhat scary music different than were in the verses] Real men do Evil that men do Evil that real men do Evil that men do Evil that men do [Verse 2: Cold 187Um] Now, roll me up some of that good feelin' So I can forget all the sh** on the news that I'm hearin' I got other things to do with my life I give a f** if O.J. k**ed or didn't k** his wife Cause I be around a million motherf**ers a day Just ready to peel your cap back for lookin' the wrong way I got that problem with myself And my mind's playin' tricks on me Am I gettin' f**ed by the homies? Or is my lady f**in' everybody in the hood? I hope not because her p**y is good, yo I roll through with my nino on lap co*ked Just for the s**ers on the set that wanna co*kblock They get dropped like that last player hater I swear, I come raw like the jaws on the alligator Now, all let your homies and all of your friends Quit tryin' to put your buster a** back together again But if not, I'm at your way, ready to shake you some more sh** If that's I did, the busy gotta get Cause y'all peep, I was raised on the rough side, hussy The hoo-ride, the either get rode on I'm gettin' tired the motherf**ers playin' Chef Boyardee Stirring me up and tryin' to put salt all on me I give them 50 feet, with the infra red on the tech set Boo yaa, k** them with no regrets I once knew a n***a named Sami Who had it goin' on in Miami Now, Sami got popped by the feds like a b**h, so we snitched on his whole f**in' family Now, who that? Who that? Who that All up in the kool aid Who don't even know what the flavor look like Yo, I be the C-O-L-D-187, A-B-O-V-E-T-H-E-L-A-W It's the crew, wicked like voodoo, yeah With that evil that men do, fool [Hook]