Shout 2 the True - Above The Law

Yo, yo, yo, yo, I wanna reminisce a little real on this one, man

You know, I wanna go way back, man

You know, so don’t stop the tape

You know, I’ma kick something so everybody know what time it is, man

Now, here’s a little story I have to tell

About three young niggas, you know so well

It started way back in history

With my main homie K-Oss and the homie KM.

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Yeah, we used to push big weight, on the north side of P-Town

So you don’t have to question, if we really down

Check your nigga for his heart, if he’s smart

See, he’s broke down, go and kick it in the park after dark

Cause niggas be trying to short stop the work

But I’m, «Nobody move, Nobody get hurt»

We had to watch for the snitches, the bitches

The ones that sake them bitches from them feds when they smash through

Without a clue, that was scary

So we had to pack up the shack and we moved down the Moeberry

All the neighbors who are know on ya

And all I can remember is Grace saying: Baby, I’ma pray for ya

It was dooming big trouble, speedy local too

We took turns when the real money came through

And if the Po-Po rush anyway

They be thinking all the way, they’re fucking Cali 'fore they find yay

We make the killing at summer

Cause back then, the police was more dumber

Yeah, Young black niggas, no job, no schooling

Yeah, straight cluck, we was ruling

I mean from Ghosttown to Cin-town, all the way to the Islands

Coming through cause violence

I served any mothafucker being Blood or Crip

We be the last mothafuckers that was known to slip

Or trip up, and I’ma help you meet your Maker

That’s how it is, when I’m chasing that paper, for real

I’ma keep hustling til the day I die

Cause see, the rap game and pimp game is all the same

So put your hands in the air, if you feel what I’m going through

Then let me know to keep it true, ugh

See, I can propose a toast to the illest Pimp gang in the motherfucking town

And my lawer standing ground

Vitals running through my mind, thinking about the time

When I was like strolling, one-time patrolling the hood

My knuckle K-Oss had a little-Old-Spot

With a gang of rocks, and a fat-Ass-Knot

Yeah, we’re pushing down the block with dubs and tools

Went to the little spot to scoop my nigga Daddy Cool

Trigga nigga, the one that keeps the Ese’s loco

The one with the rough, rugged, platinum vocals

He said: he loved how we’re doing it, right?

Busters, mad-dogging what that Clinic like

But anyway, put some chemicals all up in the air

And call this whore, that wants to do your fucking hair

7-up's got a lick, and we need to be lovely

A smooth little taking from them fools of raw making

They gave it up, like a groupie

No Gun play by K-Cavy flosses, and case of Tanqueray

Shoot back to the crib with the straps

Then hook up at the shack with them Bel-l-rats

Ugh, yeah, ugh, Pimp Clinic represents to the.

ugh fullest

Yeah, ugh, yeah, ninety twist-style, ninety twist-style

We’re flipping ki’s, you know what I’m saying?

Hah, yeah, ugh, yeah, it’s all the same

Ugh, yeah, ugh