Above The Law - Process of Elimination (Untouchakickamurdaqtion) Lyrics
[Featuring: MC Ren][Intro: Opening Skit]This mother*****er owe me a lot of money, you know what I'm sayin?Aww, that's mother*****erBullshit??, we gonna go there and do this, manAlright, alrightSo ***** all these freak joints, over hereYou know, let's check this ***** out over hereAiy baby, welcome to the place where it's always goin' on, can I help you?No, you can't help us, hoYo, we're lookin' for Toe Trip Tony, where this nigga at?I know he's hereAww honey, that's class...(*Cold 187Um *****ed the gun and put it in ***** head*)*****See him on 242, straight down the hog to your left..I don't want no mother*****in' troubleY'all always comin' in here startin' mother*****in' troubleLet's do this, man(*Door Knocked*)Open the door, TonyWho the ***** at my door?Open the door, manWho the ***** at my door?Yo man, what's up with my end, man, what's up with my end?I was at seven man, I was just like kickin' at sevenI told your women what's up, we talked about this..No man, No mother*****er, you ain't talked about nothin'You ain't talked to nobody and you outta time, mother*****erAww man, I'm tryin' to..You got kicked me in end, then manWhat's up, well, can I get a little time man, I got some timeNo, no, time is expired mother*****er(*4 Gun Shots*) (*Women screaming*)[Interlude #1: Cold 187Um]Do you know, mother*****ers need to get the ***** up off our backYeahCause you know A.T.L ain't never goin' out like thatBlack Mafia LifeI am the Coooooold 187Yo, and I'mma do a little somethin' like this[Cold 187Um]Now see, some try to label me a psychopathCause I think the shit is funny when I'm bustin' on a fool's assIt don't matter, the shit's out the GlockCause ain't no names on a bullet in a shootoutThe way I think is kind of strange you would guessBut nowadays, it's like the mother*****in' wild westOne come up, put you six feet underAnd do it so fast I'll make everybody wonderYo, Where he go, where he been, where he atThey find you in the alley with a .38 slug in your backCooold, waitin' for the meat wagonI put two in your head to let you know, it wouldn't lackStraight Mafia style is kind of crazyNooooooh, the mother*****er didn't fade meYo, so tell your homey, tell your clique, tell your gangThen we can go cap for cap, or we could throw them thangsBut in the heated scrap, when things are cookin'One of my homies might bust when you ain't lookin' (*Gun shots*)And now they're sayin' that them niggas be trippin'But just like we say in the hood "don't get caught slippin"So I stay strapped, even though I rap, cause when I stepSee, the old punks and new jacks, they still wanna get a repBut I'll be that mother*****er just like the Grim ReaperBut a little bit cheaperSo fool, you better have your shit togetherCause if you ***** with '87 he will hunt you foreverYeah, and that's how you deal with them punk mother*****ers[Interlude #2]Yo, yo Km.GWhat's up my nigga?What's up, man?Yeah, this is the processThe process of what?Process of EliminationYeahEliminatin' all fools that don't understand the Black Mafia soundhell, yeahLet me let them have it[Km.G]You see, you could just label me the undertakerCause I speed up your chance for you to meet your makerSee, Judgement Day has comeYou're bein' tried by a black-Ass-Nigga that's pulled many triggersShit, I'm the jury and I'm also the judgeFor this I'm around, I can't show much loveHere's a vision: I'm a mother*****in' assassinFools I clip, keeps me clockin' a gripSo I lay low then I wait for a connection"Surveillance ain't shit to us without police protection"Cause when nigga is got a gun "yeah"Mother*****ers better runCause there's one more thing that's worse than a black man rappin'And that's another nigga cappin'Cause them brothers were slaves, if a nigga had a gatHe would've *****ed all the hoes and took the white man's sackBut, this is the 90's and what's really goin' on?We jackin' marks for their title, their ends and their zonesGive a pimp a little paper, he's a politicianAnything's possible, call me AlouitiousShit, this is a potion to sip and don't hurlA Black Mafia bullet from the underworld"So if you scared of the rhymes and you ain't really used to us"You a black guillotine, the mother*****in' executionersYeah, Now let a real G from the real niggas eliminate a few fools[Interlude #3: MC Ren]Yeah, MC Ren in here, you know what I'm sayin?All about that Black Mafia LifeWith A.T.L, you know, I'm livin' like a hustlerI'm the real nigga number 1Yo, we about to do somethin' to you right here, so check this outIt goes like this, check it[MC Ren]The process of elimination, the real nigga number oneI'll get the mother*****in' job doneBecause my voice is like a defensive lineYou beggin' for me to come with it because I'm attackin' you with tough rhymeBecause MC Ren'll talk the days of waybackAnd how I had niggas on their backsGettin' *****ed like a ho in the back of the '64And suckin' dicks like tricksI only hang with G's, Cause they don't give a diznamnTo make it clear, they don't give a damnI used to wear black, but the shit got playedFrom the biting-Ass-Niggas that I slayedFor tryin' to walk the path that I walk inAnd 90% of them tryin' to talk how I be talkin'Yo, but they can't get that, cause 'Ren ain't with thatAnd niggas in L.A. you need to quit thatSo get your mouth off my family jewelsCause playin' with 'Ren, you ain't *****in' with rulesIt's every nigga for himself when I'm known to start to swingCause it ain't nothin' but a thingOr I can make it happen quick and put a bullet to your chest (*Gun shot*)So I can speed up the process[Interlude #4]Aiyyo, Km.GWhat's up?Why don't tell these niggas what time it is in '91?[Km.G]Yeah, there it isThe straight gangsters shit on the mother*****in' hitThe Black Mafia sound from the mother*****in' undergroundCussin' and bustin, lettin' the underground have it, there it is[MC Ren]And yo, this is MC RenReal nigga number one, gettin' the job doneYo, to everybody out there, they know what time it isTell them what's up[Cold 187Um]Yo, this is Cooooooooold 187Yo, you know I'm doing the mad-Ass-Gangster shit alwaysThat's how I gets paidYo, we gotta sign off and we outta here, yeah[Outro: Allen Payne *Sample from 'New Jack City'*]Now, that's how you kill somebody my brotherYou get right up on the mother*****er, and BOO-YAABlow his brains all over the sidewalk, in broad daylight...
