Above The Law - Apocalypse Now Lyrics
[Intro: KM.G whispering]This year is to drop, ten years of calmWhat we strived, to innovate it, you know what I'm sayin?[Verse 1: KM.G]Four scores and seven years agoThe homies that I know figured out, how we can get paid of that gangster flowTrue in that... breakin' the whores with that Rap shit***** that jack shit, benefittin' nothin'Givin' the world a little somethin'My comrades on the block still duckin'Pumpin' the junkies with that Killa Cali'Flippin' a quater to a half, seeBurps was the word, they kicked that attitude into the industryI never knew that my Cap was old ChavyI only have fates, and two are my players, Mr. 187Um or Mr. Glock K-OssWere all you niggaz hear our shit?Then other fools came benefit itBelievin' in the managers but they were just strangersDidn't let us know about the paper workin' dangerRules in the land of shiesty, hookers they came fiestyPeople said... we was on the winnin' teamPeelin' the grip, and it wasn't just a pipe dreamAnd we still chill blowin' that hell of steamSo you know shake the spot, because it ain't right be chillin'Where them hookers and panties be droppin'Got a letter in the mail said the west wasn't trueSold a million records, so thank youPlayer hatin, on while we still innovatin, pushin' records across the nationSo apocalypse with a pack of the clipsHere we got a beef, so I think you better worry[Break][Verse 2: Cold 187Um]Now, I'm a free their minds, and free their soulsIt ain't nothin' but the bomb shit comin' on soleY'all, a little somethin' for them player hatersWho think they got flavor like Nam' LatersThey'll get popped, mobbed, droppedSpit out, it's kind of hard to speakWith the tech all in their your mouthsWe do them just like the old daysThey got beef with the crew, they got it raised, to get sprayedIt's like that all day, alwaysI'll be true to this shit 'til my graveYeah, Gangster Rap made America checked her neckYo, when change the whole contextsBecause, I went from dope dealin' to makin' millions legalOnly me and Meegos, yeah, in ten years in makin' notesStill got the same Limo, and got the same BenzoKeep it funky at the gangster bateG'd up, put it down with the gang fateYeah, it like my mamma used to say:If you go in like that, you'll go out the same wayThat's why I always be myselfCause I get no respect, tryin' to be somebody elseAnd that's realer than the realist homies I knowYou might as well patch your face right, rap at the Sight ShowOr be a $10 whore, cause there ain't no level allow you just might goDon't come around, I'm a clownCause I got more macks than Dann, when I get down
