Artist: Above the Law Album: Livin Like Hustlers Song: Hustlers Livin' Like Hustlers Above The Law Let me start it off, 'cause I'm a player Fade into part two, I'm the number-one ho layer A mack, a player, and a pimp Something much stronger than your average drink Now correct me if I'm wrong, I'm like moonshine Take a sip of my rhyme and I take over your mind 'Cause I don't think like the average thinker Call me the nightstalker of your neighbourhood headshrinker 187 is like a megablast I take too many names, I kick too much ass K.M.G, the number-one mack daddy Eatin' chicken like a motherfucker, rollin' in my Caddy With my brim cold bent to the side I bump and slide Go mack in the back, 187 to the side Street Pilgrims pioneering the land Above the law status with a gat in my hand A mind designed like Frank Nitty Livin' large on the mike, doin' damage for the city The city of toners which is known as L.A. Where the hustlers hustle and the ballers play We got the dope beats from the homeboy Dre And it had to be done (How?) the Ruthless way 187, what's up?, what do we do at our show We wear black on black with the locs and the romeos Start stepping, unload my mike weapon We say it's fittin', you think it's hittin' K.M.G means knowledge most greatly Some people love me, most people hate me In other words, I kick my gift Do you be sleeping, K.M.G? Nah, I don't drift I lounge or lay 'cause suckers take advantage Yo, what do we do? Yo, we doin' damage 'Cause we not punks, fools, sissies, or busters And the way that we live is Like hustlers Livin' like hustlers I used to sell big lleyo on the block Remember all the hardheads, getting all the hard knocks I started with Gs and then I moved to keys And at this point my life went with ease In other words, my pockets was thick I didn't worry about the Feds, I was checking the mic. Pull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to please Got the crib pimped out so that the bitches flee'd I bought a ride, a white Corvette So I can do a ghost move when it's time to jet When I was nineteen, I was on my own Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone At home, or maybe on my person To clock big G's I'd be definitely certain To live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frills Yo, you was livin' kinda large On the real-deals was bein' made Suckers was gettin' sprayed In other words, we was gettin' paid Like hustlers Livin' like hustlers Let me proceed 'cause I got the green light For the numero uno 87 it must be hype For now, let me lay the cards on the table So you can figure out who's worried or stable I max and tax and relax and stack Gs Stick that to the facts, that's why I crack them with ease Please get off the convoy, I think you're confused When you cross, I told you you'd get tossed and you lose Now A-b-o-v-e-L-a-w to some people now that spells trouble But we're not a group promoting violence But when it comes to speakin' the real, I won't be silent Speak all reality when I'm on the mike So you don't have to run and have a stereotype See, see 'cause stereotypes will make you dumb So kick back and listen, yo, to the knowledge that's brung See the law has provided me, the K.M.G That's complex with the style but done easily Pitch a picture if I have to, you know why I'm undercover doin' dirt I'm a hell of a spy Now me, 187, is a detonator More deadly than a hand grenade Much harder than a fool to fade Not a forty, not a quart or six-pack Me, K.M.G, Total K-OSS, and Go Mack 'Cause I unload my weapon with force Yeah, I'm never detected, I get respected As a baller, a player, or a pimp Yo, pass me the forty, I commence to dent A sissy soft sucker with no title Unplug the machine 187 is vital Like a Beretta with a megaclip With a silencer on it with the hollow point tip But that is our business, on that we won't dwell We make records for you to look, listen, and tell Tell your ma, tell a friend, tell a fool, or a jerk Till them K.M.G people started to put it to work Like Hustlers Livin' like hustlers Artist: Above the Law f/ N.W.A. Album: Livin' Like Hustlers Song: The Last Song Yo D.O.C.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that (KM.G) KM.G will never be a trick Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift That only I possess I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central I'm a graduate and it's all legit From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before 'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C. A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way, You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre (Dr. Dre) Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell 'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda When I'm on the mic, I demand a Little bit of time to express myself From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude You know the deal, kicking some real shit And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion Then my dick starts top make an invasion But, yo, I can't go on Because this is the end of my part on the last song Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real (MC Ren) Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell down You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're full Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look The villian was something nuff like a hero Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros The rest of the 100% was sent to do what I say NWA and ATL and we don't play The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker The right and for the fight and the left will attend We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff (Eazy-E) One muthafuking two muthafuking three It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat It's Eazy for me to come off like this So you can kiss my ass wit a ?(sun raised fist)? Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate (We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding I got skill to deal and run game on bitches You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes I hear voices in my head for what reason But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season So back the fuck off and give me respect Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics The notorious Cold (Cold 187um) 187um, you know I gotta have it Now being above the law is an everyday habit If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint Now everybody wants to chill, ill And bill, now what the fuck is the deal You need a nigga like me to get the shit going 187um has got the ultimate flowing Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)? An untouchable player rolled up into one mind 87 reasons why fools staying in line 'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger I lay and spray anything in my way 'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central Beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see That ATL is straight to mega Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song Shout outs