Above The Law - Evil That Men Do Lyrics
[Intro: KM.G whispering]Ugh, in the house, check it outAbove the Law, ATL, player, tell me where you at hah?Above the Law gang, A.T.L, where you at hah?Pimp Clinic Gang, where you at hah?Mad beats pumpin, where you at hah?That's what they say do hah?[Verse 1: KM.G]Diggin' their groom when they gang beat into the roomSippin' on thick Hennessey consumeYeah, we're comin' through, ready to dance with the devil in the pale roomlightGays kind of mad cause bang kind of tightSee, that the feelin, how chill and bake a quater in the WestsideFor a nigga to get fly, tricks on some hookin' let him steal a gramVisit my whores to get sucked upI'm the man, lookin' for this other motha*****erMe and my game, he wanna get wickedHe wanna take it there, dumpin' browns any time I G-upYeah, I'll be the motha*****er, to straight see yaSo pass the letter to the mail, Hands Up!I just got a fax at the Shack in my rideAnd now, they sent me on my pagerTwo chickens got stuck, someone's playin' with paperAll of a sudden, I had to sent the homieThe big homie, the pistol Whip, pistol whipped the whole cliqueBecause we didn't benefittin' gameKnown Above the Law got to keep the nameMaintained, stayin' away from them One TimesCause we're pistol grippers, and them turkey could be trippin'Bad unique uniformPlus, the NARCs come through like some motha*****in' quite stormAll we have to do is stay more awareI'm about to flow in the the studio, bump a whore and goAnd stay strapped all the timePut that L-neezie I'm a get rhyme, toss a gang of crimesSo now you know, what we go through, the evil shit that real men do[Chorus: various overvoices with somewhat scary music different than were in the verses]Real men doEvil that men doEvil that real men doEvil that men doEvil that men do[Verse 2: Cold 187Um]Now, roll me up some of that good feelin'So I can forget all the shit on the news that I'm hearin'I got other things to do with my lifeI give a ***** if OJ killed the demon killers rightCause I be around a million motha*****ers a dayJust ready to peel your cap back for lookin' the wrong wayI got that problem with myself, and my mind is playin' tricks on meAm I gettin' *****ed with my homies?Or is my lady *****in' everybody in the hood?I hope not, because her ***** is goodYo, I roll through with my Nino on lap *****edJust for the suckers on the set that wanna ***** blockThey get dropped like that last player haterI swear, I come raw like the jaws on the alligatorNow, all let your homies and all of your friendsQuit tryin' to put your buster ass back together againBut if not, I'm at your way, ready to shake you some more shitIf that's I did, the busy gotta getCause y'all peep, I was raised on the rough side, hussyThe Who-Ride, The either get rode onI'm gettin' tired the motha*****ers playin' sheriff royaltyStorm me up, and tryin' to put soft all on meI give them 50 feet, with the Infra Red on the tech setBoo yaa, kill them with no regretsI once knew a nigga named Sami, who had it goin' on in MiamiNow, Sami got popped by the Feds like a *****, so we snitched on his whole *****in' familyNow, who that? who that? who that, all up in the collate?Who don't even know what the flavor look likeYo, I be the C-O-L-D-187, A-B-O-V-E-T-H-E-L-A-WIt's the crew, wicked like Voo DooYeah, with that evil that men do, fool[Chorus: various overvoices with somewhat scary music different than were in the verses]Real men doEvil that men doEvil that real men doEvil that men doEvil that men do
