| Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister Terell Alfago Davis
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| Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County
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| Sheriff’s Department officers down here in Augusta, Georgia
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| My nigga I’ma tell yall just like this
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| Them motherfuckers thank they some god damn bullies
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| But until we get wit they ass they gone continue to bully us around
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| And now all my niggas done gone above the law
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| All my niggas above the law
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| All my niggas above the law
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| Why the fuck these niggas fuckin with us, we ain’t do nothin
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| All these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustin
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| I gets the cussin the fuck, cuz I, I gives a fuck
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| And then they lock a nigga up, disorderly conduct
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| And my luck ain’t even left yet they done stuck my niggas up
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| Guess they didn’t know that we didn’t give a fuck
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| Yeah above the law, yuck my dope off in my jaw
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| Soon as I saw em
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| My so-called nigga fronted, but I would throw em
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| Out like three strikes, so tight he claim to be
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| While laughin in my face this nigga was framin me
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| I guess he didn’t see KD and Greg watchin
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| On the roof trippin on three, my niggas poppin
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| Droppin like bad habits while smokin a sack of cabbage
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| Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
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| Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourself
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| Don’t ever try to stop no hustlers wealth
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| You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (WE AIN’T PLAYIN)
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| The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain’t stayin
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| Relayin, what happened at nine o’clock
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| By twelve we gettin blowed off at the spot
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| We chop the Remyiits V.S. |
| to O. P
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| Very Soon Opportunities are Plenty
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| Fools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cup
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| Get the thankin bout them phony bitches, that stood me up
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| Test my luck, but I was never lucky
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| It took some triple gold D’s for them hoes to fuck me
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| So fuck them, Braves hat with the crooked brim
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| I know I’m blessed as I’m dodgin them fuckin NARC’S
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| Nowhere to rest
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| That bullet proof vest protect they chest, not they head
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| One shot to them bastards temple, them niggas dead
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| It was said I’m a lunitic
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| But I’ll be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit
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| Cuz I’m above the law
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| One of my partners got caught with half a key
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| Since them crackers knew we was friends they askin me
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| Like I know, askin me the place to go to get this blow
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| And makin all kind of threats, like I’m gon' show
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| The flashlight gave a glow all in face
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| They askin me about this dope or catch a case
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| They askin me about the place, I can’t remember
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| Me and him ain’t made no moves since last December
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| Then I tucked a gram in my Timberland boot
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| Went the tieing up my shit, told em don’t shoot
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| A group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftly
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| Hands on they fuckin gun, as if they really
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| Was bout to take a nigga off, didn’t look good
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| Then I thought about the shit, and knocked on wood
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| Now would they find this dope hidden off in my shoe
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| And if they did find the shit, what would they do
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| I knew that I was fucked up no where to run
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| All I saw was was Walter waitin, four «0» one
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| A Richmond County jail, ahh hell naw
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| Just that quick that my niggas gone have that y’all
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| We bustin at all coppers, fuck what ya heard
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| And up the mini 14 and mouths burn, last word
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| I thank they stem, and couldn’t finish
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| When I said above the law my nigga I meant it
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| Above the law |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Above The Law, artist - Pastor Troy. Album song We Ready I Declare War, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп