Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1996, artist - Above The Law. Album song Time Will Reveal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
1996 |
Yeah, much dedication to Uno, Untro theatre |
He loved that wicked shit |
It’s for nine six, too much mix |
Maybe me a picture, sweat as a memory |
No enemies allowed or an able to get in to me |
Hot, fills by body, makes my blood bail |
Real mothafuckers, that was seven years loyal |
We lost my niggaz six months ago |
And people said: that we out to dark |
But we remained thick think with shit, the Pimp Clinic niggaz and the Park |
Cause see, cash rolls everything around |
I’m lookin' for a bitch to take 10 of them things out town |
Cause niggaz 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 sheet |
If the Po-Pos done bitchin, them player haters willin' |
I be sippin' on the Aliz way up on the hill |
Waitin' for Tommika 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 |
Three sixty five mothafucker, three sixty five mothafucker |
Three sixty five, yeah |
What see, we’re lettin' y’all niggaz know the mothafuckin' real |
What see, how the mothafuckers, that get your fuckin' cap peeled |
What see, we’re lettin' y’all mothafuckers turn to the real |
Cause I might right trip, Above the Law niggaz’ll kill at will |
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 mothafuckin' 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 should be gone ?? |
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 |
Niggaz shootin' bangers, California street gangsters |
Ugh, I got the Infra Red set on the tech |
Ready to roll on some punk-Ass-Niggaz tryin' to pop like the swole |
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 thickest |
That’s why they call me 178, 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 mothafucker |
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 niggaz, 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 |
What see, we’re lettin' y’all niggaz know the mothafuckin' real |
What see, how the mothafuckers, that get your fuckin' cap peeled |
What see, we’re lettin' y’all mothafuckers turn to the real |
Cause I might right trip, Above the Law niggaz’ll kill at will |
Awww ahhh, awww ahhh, awww ahhh, time to keep it on the real |
Awww ahhh, awww ahhh, awww ahhh, caps get peeled |
Awww ahhh, awww ahhh, awww ahhh, time to keep it on the real |
Awww ahhh, awww ahhh, awww ahhh |