Above The Law - Shout 2 the True Lyrics
[Intro: Cold 187Um]Yo, yo, yo, yo, I wanna reminisce a little real on this one, manYou know, I wanna go way back, manYou know, so don't stop the tapeYou know, I'mma kick something so everybody know what time it is, man[Cold 187Um]Now, here's a little story I have to tellAbout three young niggas, you know so wellIt started way back in historyWith my main homie Koas and the homie KM.GYeah, we used to push big weight, on the north side of P-TownSo you don't have to question, if we really downCheck your nigga for his heart, if he's smartSee, he's broke down, go and kick it in the park after darkCause niggas be trying to short stop the workBut I'm, _Nobody move, Nobody get hurt_We had to watch for the snitches, the *****esThe ones that sake them *****es from them feds when they smash throughWithout a clue, that was scarySo we had to pack up the shack and we moved down the MoeberryAll the neighbors who are know on yaAnd all I can remember is Grace saying: Baby, I'mma pray for yaIt was dooming big trouble, speedy local tooWe took turns when the real money came throughAnd if the Po-Po rush anywayThey be thinking all the way, they're *****ing Cali 'fore they find yayWe make the killing at summerCause back then, the police was more dumberYeah, Young black niggas, no job, no schoolingYeah, straight cluck, we was rulingI mean from Ghosttown to Cin-town, all the way to the IslandsComing through cause violenceI served any motha*****er being Blood or CripWe be the last motha*****ers that was known to slipOr trip up, and I'mma help you meet your MakerThat's how it is, when I'm chasing that paper, for real[Hook: Cold 187Um]I'mma keep hustling 'til the day I dieCause see, the Rap game and Pimp game is all the sameSo put your hands in the air, if you feel what I'm going throughThen let me know to keep it trueUgh, now see, I'mma keep hustling 'til the day I dieCause see, the Rap game and Pimp game is all the sameSo put your hands in the air, if you feel what I'm going throughAnd let me know, to keep it true, ugh[KM.G]See, I can propose a toast to the illest Pimp gang in the mother*****ing townAnd my lawer standing groundVitals running through my mind, thinking about the timeWhen I was like strolling, One Time patrolling the hoodMy knuckle Koas had a little-Old-SpotWith a gang of rocks, and a fat-Ass-KnotYeah, we're pushing down the block with dubs and toolsWent to the little spot to scoop my nigga Daddy CoolTrigger nigga, the one that keeps the Ese's locoThe one with the rough, rugged, platinum vocalsHe said: he loved how we're doing it, right?Busters, mad-dogging what that Clinic likeBut anyway, put some chemicals all up in the airAnd call this whore, that wants to do your *****ing hair7-up's got a lick, and we need to be lovelyA smooth little taking from them fools of raw makingThey gave it up, like a groupieNo Gun play by K-Cavy flosses, and case of TanquerayShoot back to the crib with the strapsThen hook up at the shack with them Bel-l-rats[Hook: Cold 187Um w/ variations]Ugh, yeah, I'mma keep hustling 'til the day I dieCause see, the Rap game and Pimp game is all the sameSo put your hands in the air, if you feel what I'm going throughAnd let us know to keep it trueUgh, now see, I'mma keep hustling 'til the day I dieCause see, the Rap game and Pimp game is all the sameSo put your hands in the air, if you feel what I'm going throughAnd let us know, to keep it true[Outro: Cold 187Um]Ugh, yeah, ugh, Pimp Clinic represents to the.. ugh fullestYeah, ugh, yeah, ninety twist-style, ninety twist-styleWe're flipping ki's, you know what I'm saying?Hah, yeah, ugh, yeah, it's all the sameUgh, yeah, ugh
