Above The Law lyrics

Above The Law lyrics

"Concrete Jungle lyrics"

Puzzle lyrics
Here we are again with another bunch of soft songs maybe you are wondering why it took us so long with a schedule tight, studiotime is sight we have mostly been on touring. Inspiration has been hard this time and honestly I've had some problems with all these rhymes. We're under stress again, but it has always been that way and once we get it right, then I know it's there to stay. We're under stress again, but w
This is Michelle Devine, coming to you live from the hoods finest
WALZ, I gotta give a shout out to my homegirl, Mimi
She just broke up with her man
Hey I always say if you can't break a nigga, then shake the nigga
This next song is goin out to all the players
Somethin new from Above the Law called concrete jungle

(KMG)
I say what's up fool, I'm kickin it with my partners
I'm checkin with my homies and we movin shit proper
I peep a magnum bitch, I'm wonderin' what she thinkin
She say what you lookin at pimp, I'm wonderin what this hoe was drinkin
As she greased that ass in the place
And then the pimp clinic recognized the face
It's the same old bitch with the jack move
Real smooth, with nothing to prove
(Cold187um)
So here comes the 5-7 sniper
Bitches can't dance if they can't pay the piper
Tryin to make a G like every single day
I'm sippin on some Alazai, rollin
Raging Power lyrics
Rise up from the dark of the no returnBrighter than a million of atomic bombRide the wild horizon by the will of revengeShine on blind them show the dawn of a new ageNo more tears of childrenno more crimes of strangershigh will shine the lightNo more sicks of madnessno more middlemenin the place where the future roamedThunder roaring cannons from ArmageddonBlaze up the worldwide your fury cuts
in the rag top trey Yo, a young nigga tryin to have it Doin it like I'm doin it, is an everyday habit Do I do I lick, or do I call a caper Cause I'm like sprung off the motherfuckin paper (KMG) Now, now, now niggaz wanna know where we get it from We play dumb, then they ask can we get some No, you gotta step and if you can't bring the funk And if I gave you a chunk you'd probably skip town punk And run and tell your motherfuckin bitch or two Or your hoe, cause you thought the clinic had no clue Now scandalous motherfuckers get broke to they knees As the click run in ya like the AIDS disease (CHORUS)(2x) Nothin from nothin leaves nothin In the concrete jungle Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow (Cold187um) Now I'ma get straight to the point cause I'm here And just like Shaq I'ma slam the pill On the real, so chill, cause fools be tryin to loc up Fuckin around with my they only get they ass broke up Or broke down, cause niggaz be tryin to clown this shit But find out that I don't play the bitch Yo, the last nigga tried to play me like a hoe Got popped with my motherfuckin 4-4 (KMG) So now you know what its like to get clipped to the otherside We rowdy when we in the G ride We dumpin out the window K-Oss blaze the indo Suckas at the door, nah, it's Nina Flow Back up off me we about to wreck shop, take shop It's niggaz on the list that might get mobbed up If they don't cut with the quickness Cause we always strappin 9's to help with the thickness (Cold187um) Cause if you're soft, you'll never ever get no fuckin props You're funky on the block, snitchin to the fuckin cops Like KMG say you better back up Cause when you play the pussy boy, you get fucked Cause I'm cold, leave you ass stuck like Subzero Jump that ass out, and rip out your torso See that's the price when you're
Inverse Midas lyrics
Everybody helps me make my own mistakes If I'm left alone I'd make them anyway Great events but can't predict what's happening in present tense No reference in code to me
fuckin with the real So take my advice and just chill (CHORUS) How you get that cash flow Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow Jungle Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow Yeah, I told you it would be the bomb, right now I wanna give a shout out to everybody on the westside kickin it Everybody on the eastside doin they thang, I gotta message for Tyrone Dede say she don't wanna be wit you no more, damn it's a cold world And Pam, GQ's from the east side said that ain't his baby Girl, you better check that nigga, or check yourself Oh Shawn, Pea just called in, she said that was fucked up The way you played her last night at the club Said everything's all right, she just wanna know Who that ugly bitch was you left with, anyway I gotta get out, the word for the day is paper If you ain't got none, you better get some And if you don't know how you get it You better learn