JUST KICKIN'

[ KM.G ]
Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KM.G
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin on

[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]
See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a beat
I add a rhyme, to make it sound complete
I go into a state of mind that I very seldom enter
To put it on a black plate of wax with a hole in the center
Understand, I'm not the greatest
Above the Law is always funky fresh and we will never be the latest
Look at that, we're two steps ahead of you
I just simply get up on the mic and do what some MC's are scared to do
Go for the gusto, if so
Yo, I keep my hat cut low
I'm a friend, not a foe
A pro, as a artist
Give my hardest as the farthest
That'll take it up the ladder
See, it really doesn't matter
Cause oppositions I will scatter
This I call rhymin, yo, not chitter-chatter
Like Malcolm X, see, I be takin a stand
A man with the plan makin you dance
On the dancefloor, more
Of a new style that's worth your while
It's from Pamona
So you know I had to lay this shit on ya
Hit the switch, then rewind this shit
Grab a 40 ounce and go mack to a bitch
Now ladies - please don't be offended
Because my lifestyle is hustlin, and see, I'm in it to win it
Yo, what could I possibly be sayin
Man, when I do it like that?

[ Dr. Dre ]
Just kickin lyrics
[ KM.G ]
Dope lyrics
Funky lyrics
Unlawful lyrics
Yo, drop your lyrics

[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]
See, I'm livin large, I clock dollars from day to day
And on the weekend go out for some play
I'm like ballin with the untouchable HBC
Real brothers that are down with me
And if I call on em, you're gonna pay the cost
Because they're puttin out contracts for you to get tossed
Muffled, broke on, we throw you in the river
Cement shoes, so that you sink much quicker
Cause me, I gotta have it, one way or the other
I'm takin out your family, your sister and your mother
And your brother, undercover I got to keep ass clean
And when the shit goes down I'm nowhere to be seen
You know - what could I possibly mean, Dre?

[ Dr. Dre ]
Just kickin lyrics
[ KM.G ]
Dope lyrics
Untouchable lyrics
Notorious lyrics
Yo, a true baller at hand

[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]
Now see, I have to break it down like on a funky tip
So you don't wanna slip or trip or maybe go overboard
You can't afford to ignore this style
Above the Law steady housin em, change the dial
I don't smile, I always keep a serious face
So if this beat is that funky, why don't you pump up the bass?
And fall into the groove like you're supposed to
But not too deep, because we got another show to do
This is dedicated to my brothers and sisters
The white, the black, and all the hip-hop listeners
One nation stayin under a groove
Above the Law's pure in it to win it, we don't lose
I'm not a new jack that smoke crack, don't play me like one
87's got the power, if you wanna, come get some, son
I think your status is weak, you'll never compete
But I don't have to sweat it, cause my posse's just too deep
Yeah, we kick ass and take names and remain the same
We live large while you sit and complain
I have to break it down to all the people I know
>From L.A., New York, Detroit and Chicago
Oh, I can't forget Dallas and D.C.
Miami, Florida, St. Louis and Philly
But back to the subject of rockin and jockin
Makin it funkier than funky, keepin you hyper than hype
Makin you hot, so hot you wanna drop to your knees
Make the whole damn nation catch a deadly disease
Cause when I rhyme, I makes a killin
And if you haven't seen our show, you don't know the feelin
(Word) that's all I gotta say
I'm just smooth kickin lyrics

[ KM.G ]
Unlawful lyrics
Dope lyrics

[ Cold 187um ]
Cold 187, a brother steppin into the '90s
[ KM.G ]
Yo, and the Illustrator KM.G knowledge
Goin out to my deejay K-oss and Go Mack

KALIFORNIA

[Intro: Cold 187]
Yeah... want to give a shout out to all my niggas out there
In the westcoast... on the westcoast...
Yeah... yeah... uhh...
Yo... I got to give a shout out to pomona...
Got to give it in south central, watts, compton, long beach
But for now... KMG won't you spit... spit... spit... for em

[Verse 1: KMG]
Mothafuckas don't get mad
Cause calis kinda fly
We be the gangsta town
The niggas that like to stay high
The land of big diamonds ya'll
Palm trees lowriders and moviestars
Where fools be mobbin with the real
Original where jackin is an art
Punk niggas get they caps pilled
And the hoes ain't scared to show they bodies
They wear the fly shit and freaks the set parties
Gave it up and the hoes wearin baggy shit
They the world why niggas got'em pussy whip
They got niggas goin to pins got niggas stealin [? ]
For friends for foes for shows and more hoes
Cause it costs a grip to live on the westcoast
Cause we be flossin
We leave the world a commadose
It's all about the paper here
So hear my dear
So roll me up a little chronic
Cause LA got the byonic

[Chorus:]
See ya got to have hot
To live in cali ya'll
You got to have the fly shit
To live in cali ya'll
It's gonna cost you a grip
To live in cali ya'll
Ya see the hoes be legit
When you live in cali ya'll

[Verse 2: Kokane]
They say it never rains in southern california
That's what they tell me
G's with the big bank [? ] why you play us
Livin it up just to be a hoe player
All westcoast californ
We got them runnin in flocks
Now freddies dead
But the [? ] super chicken
Got you hit to the dope spot
And like KMG
They said them hoes be trippin
Cause bitches be settin a nigga up
When you off flossin
Still tossin
Yeah I'm bout to make bread
Wake up in the mornin
Found a mothafuckin bullet in my head
But it's alright
If yo games hook up tight
And in the summer time
Riders on corners
I wish you all can be california
Ya save up all
Went from slang dope
To get a fly ride [? ]
Still funkin on them switches for the bitches
This is off the west all
They call me Mr flossy
Dolla dolla bill ya'll

[Chorus]

[Cold 187 talking] (KMG background)
Yeah... And that's the westcoast anthem cali style boy
(straight up straight up)
Yo yo... (the [? ] we be like flossin main)
Yo you want me to set it off... let me set it off for them... uhh

[Verse 3: Cold 187]
It's the first of the mouth
And I just came up
I'm headin to the shop to put some rims on my truck
Yeah... and you know I'm like cold on them hoes
Cause I'm rollin in a black on black 4 54
It's time for me to check my connect
So I could be on deck
Before them fiens get they county checks
I left about 11:15
I spotted this fly fly cutey
In some [? ]
And you know I'm on them gold ones
So here she come... here she come...
Here she mothafuckin kitty come
All shit it's Sabrina from cavina
I hope she don't remember that I toss her cousin tina
Uhh... she probably care anyway
Cause bitches up in cali got game for days
She needed I ride to the mail
I said stall
I got shit to do
I ain't got no time to be fuckin with you
Uhh... and plus do I look like a cab
Turn the alpine up then I slam
It was hot like a mothafucka
Headed to the store
Saw a couple little homies kickin it at the front door
They say yo... hook us up main
Bought em a 40
For me I got a tall can
I said peace
Don't be trippin little comrades
But the shit be [? ] bout my own [? ]

[KMG:]
Yeah... cause we O hit
To bring you the fly shit
To make you feel pressure
Cause cali could test ya
Comrades still bangin
My niggas still bangin
And there's a whole lot of niggas still movin yayin

[Cold 187:]
Because it's highly compatible to come up
Ya got to have hard ache
Ya got to have a lot of luck
So if I hear you sayin cali ain't shit
Yo... you probably visited the valley little bitch...

KILLAZ IN THE PARK

Artist: Above the Law f/ MC Ren
Album: Time Will Reveal
Song: Killaz in the Park
Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com

(*Helicopter propeller turning*)

[Intro: Crime Scene Investigation]
[FBI Agent] Okey, what we have here?

[CIA Agent] We have a 187 black male
Fictim at approximately 18 years of age..
Gun shot wounded to the head...
Looks like he is been dead approximately 2 hours

[FBI Agent] uha

[CIA Agent] when we received a phone call, quite sometime ago....
But you know how it is when people have to come down here
Into the Park
Now, don't nobody wanna come down here..

[FBI Agent] yeah, were any witnesses stepped forward?

[CIA Agent] Shit!!, witnesses down in this mothafucker?!
Who the fuck is goin' to come forward down here?!

[FBI Agent] Okey, well, let's get this area tapped off
Let's move these fuckin' people back outta the way, behind the tape
Let's get those cars outta here and get that car down here
And pick up this mothafuckin' dead body

[CIA Agent] I want all you mothafuckers get the move from this shit
Everybody get back, everybody get back
Aiy you.. you.. you.. yeah
Take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please
Okey, man, there's always a killin' in the park

(*Helicopter propeller turning*)

[Chorus: some girl]
It's all like everyday, if you on some date
Or if you want some gun play
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park
If it ain't that the right time of the day
I think you better walk around out my way
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park

[KM.G]
Watch out young bro'
Now watch me get gain
wait let me tell you about this little spot
Where we check by the black Ray
yeah, it's servin, straight claimin' killers in the park
Put some out for my dead homies and my niggaz stuck to the rock
If you look up in the ride
You'll see Regals, colorists, Foes, Treys and a big fat black Duly
Like posted Hundred Spokes for my folks, and a case of Hennessy
A couple of pounds of this stinky tree
A few rats with mobile phones to keep calling us y'all
To let us know when it's on
Even rollin' chick inside worse and worst got beef
Dwellin, while we still drug sellin'
But you don't hear that shit from me...Oooh baby please
What y'all know about killers in the park?
That's the drum sound 40 felons holdin' ground
And I aid acrossed you by the little B.G.'s-> Ghetto Boys
Cause y'all couldn't see this
They will known the enemies, straight provin'
They help us with that chicken movin'
Nine times outta ten
We tell them meet us at the park after the dark
To see where your nuts at
20 niggaz with straps, 20 more with they backs, fully automatic
My people is totin' Simi, smellin, lightin' a gang weed
Leavin' niggaz start to fear us in the park

[MC Ren]
Niggaz in the Park

[Chorus: some girl]
It's all like everyday, if you on some date
Or if you want some gun play
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park
If it ain't that the right time of the day
I think you better walk around out my way
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park

[MC Ren]
Nigga who in the fuck you think you're talkin' to?
Nigga you won't remember shit when you come through, out your coma
It's Compton and Pomona
Killers in the park, from Cali' to Arizona
You can't walk through the park, niggaz crazy after the dark
Keep your hand on your gun, or nigga you'll be on the run
Niggaz camoflauged in the night
Packin' Desert Eagles and 22's, nigga fuck the fight
And fuck them police, that be thinkin' they slick
With they headlights on, tryin' to creep, they can suck a fat dick
Take your pig in the Pimp Clinic
Stay your ass out the park cause these crazy niggaz be off in it
But I see you niggaz there sellin' yay
Hittin' switches with your bitches every mothafuckin' day
So beware of the killers in the park
And get your ass on before it gets dark, ugh, niggaz

[Chorus: some girls]
It's all like everyday, if you on some date
Or if you want some gun play
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park
If it ain't that the right time of the day
I think you better walk around out my way
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park

[Cold 187Um]
We got to watch your back for the po-po's
Creepin' up out Suburb-os
Comin' on up the creep
For your works and your heap
Deepest seekin' can get.. I gives the fuck about the One Time
They just another player heater tryin' to take mine
Yo, we're regulatin' to buck them dawn to dusk
So if the one time comes, stash your gauge they'll shut the fuck up
Cause they be comin' with that Black-Killing-Black
You better watch your back because the streets full of that
Thinkin' into myself, yeah, I'ma dump mothafucker
Got me y'all looks a failure
Tryin' to act like ain't doin' nothin'
But 'til the minute I slipped
yo, they'll be all up in my mamma house trippin' and shit
It's like my homie used to say: if it gets that deep
You got to put the mothafuckers to sleep
And make the park much more unsafer
Cause dumb shit, comin' between me and my paper
Who that be in the park gettin' rolled up?
It be that nigga Short stopper sellin' cut up
Yo, he ain't the homie, so we gained cheque
It ain't personal, nigga, it's respect
Yo, if I ain't bout the swings, I'm on the basketball court
I'm in the T-shirt, chuck T's and cut off Khaki shorts
Junkies come and call me lil' boot camp
I'm goin' to see now, I'ma screamin' New child
Yeah, beaper goin' off like the mug man, it's 9-1-1 man
Stash the dough, they bout to roll man
I just served then I ain't this trick
Uhh, now we're gettin' restore quick
I turned around and said fool you'se the snitch
I shot him and that junky-Ass-Bitch
I'ma killer from the park
(*pow*)