Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Encore, 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
Encore |
Chorus: |
People came ?? |
Encore, encore |
People came in by the load |
Ooh, love is strong |
(KMG) |
Yeah y’all, I felt the need, I had to let ya all know |
How Above The Law flow, we keep it funky gangster ratio |
Yeah, we taking our time, 'cos patience is a virtue |
Plus we ain’t in a hurry to motherfuckin' hurtcha, P |
We checked in date of 1989 |
Intertwined with some chips to sign |
On the little dotted line |
It was lovely and the DeNiro was clean |
Different from the crack money, but green was green |
Fresh on the scene, niggas didn’t know the time, we enterprising |
But never realising how the criming and the rhyming would twist |
And make a hell of a mix |
Had the neighbourhood fiending like some junkies before a fix |
Halfa Cali came to get with the source |
They did after we down, players could have they own choice |
Either rap singing, or even street singing, |
It didn’t make a difference, long as the funk you’re bringing |
Everybody’s down with the Pimp Clinic |
But all they wanted was a piece, piece of the streets |
And we be all up in that ass with the quickness, |
The thickness, yeah |
Funkin the set from here to the east |
This is a player thing, this ain’t no fucking bullshit |
Because we pull shit |
My name is KMG, I’m from the Clinic and the Park |
You either get glocked in the dark, or get sparked |
Yeah, I had to change my wives, change my ways |
Straight cut the strays and live for better days |
Low ride, slide |
Through the street, a real nigga ready to eat |
Rolling tough with the glock on my seat |
(Cold 187) |
Yeah, now I done travelled round the world and said a million rhymes |
Like with NWA, back in 89 |
I put the C in the controversy in the industry |
Like Eazy E and Ice T, yo |
I did thousands of shows, I dissed many faces |
I deal with new jacks on a waayy out basis |
I put it down with the true crew |
We leaving player haters mesmerised when we trip through |
(KMG: «How many suckas you know?») |
Well, I know a whole truck full, |
I’m trying to stay two steps ahead of any bullshit they tryin to pull |
Motherfuckers claim they hard, |
And put in half the work, and did half the dirt |
Ain’t even from the dirt |
What I would do if I was you is shut your fuckin' mouth |
'Cos we be moving keys while you’re playin house |
I’m the original rap murderer |
See, I can beat your ass, rock the mic |
Or fuck your girl on a good night |
'Cos From Pomona to SC |
I represent the real niggas, daddy, who ride with me |
Yo, on the real |
I got skills like a fifth degree black belt |
Plus I’m ten times more explicit than the ?? |
Niggas making schemes and gimmicks to sell LP’s |
Instead of being real and stacking G’s |
Yo, uh, I’m like a fool at a house party, |
If I’m heated, I fuck it up for e’rybody |
(KMG: «What's your name, nigga?») |
Oh you don’t know, yo, |
It’s Mr. One Eighty Seven with my dick all in ya ho |
Yeah, if she wanna ??? |
She won’t know ??? |