Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Evil That Men Do, 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
Evil That Men Do |
Pimp Clinic Gang, where you at hah? |
Mad beats pumpin, where you at hah? |
That’s what they say do hah? |
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 nigga to get fly, tricks on some hookin' let him steal a gram |
Visit my whores to get sucked up |
I’m the man, lookin' for this other mothafucker |
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 mothafucker, to straight see ya |
So pass 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 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 |
Known 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 mothafuckin' quite storm |
All we have to do is stay more aware |
I’m about to flow in the the studio, bump a whore and go |
And stay strapped all the time |
Put that L-neezie I’m a get rhyme, toss a gang of crimes |
So now you know, what we go through, the evil shit that real men do |
Real men do |
Evil that men do |
Evil that real men do |
Evil that men do |
Evil that men do |
Now, roll me up some of that good feelin' |
So I can forget all the shit on the news that I’m hearin' |
I got other things to do with my life |
I give a fuck if OJ killed the demon killers right |
Cause I be around a million mothafuckers a day |
Just ready to peel your cap back for lookin' the wrong way |
I got that problem with myself, and my mind is playin' tricks on me |
Am I gettin' fucked with my homies? |
Or is my lady fuckin' everybody in the hood? |
I hope not, because her pussy is good |
Yo, I roll through with my Nino on lap cocked |
Just for the suckers on the set that wanna cock block |
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 ass back together again |
But if not, I’m at your way, ready to shake you some more shit |
If that’s I did, the busy gotta get |
Cause y’all peep, I was raised on the rough side, hussy |
The Who-Ride, The either get rode on |
I’m gettin' tired the mothafuckers playin' sheriff royalty |
Storm me up, and tryin' to put soft all on me |
I give them 50 feet, with the Infra Red on the tech set |
Boo yaa, kill them with no regrets |
I once knew a nigga named Sami, who had it goin' on in Miami |
Now, Sami got popped by the Feds like a bitch, so we snitched on his whole |
fuckin' family |
Now, who that? |
who that? |
who that, all up in the collate? |
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 Voo Doo |
Yeah, with that evil that men do, fool |
Real men do |
Evil that men do |
Evil that real men do |
Evil that men do |
Evil that men do |