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Above the Law
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Adventures Of . . .
Lyricist:Gulley Kevin Michael, Hutchison Gregory Frenard
To the people that's been locked away for a while Keep your head up To my peoples that's been strugglin' all their life Never give up (No never give up)
To my people that are lost along the way I'll never forget (I'll never forget) Live your life the way you have to to get ahead With no regrets
I used to run with straight cap peelers, hardcore killers To the people next door, I wasn't nothin' but the dope dealer Stayin' up all night to make ends meet Ya, 'cause livin' in the ghetto ain't cheap
And ask me do my momma know a thing, hell nah 'Cause she gon be the first to turn me into the law I got tired of seeing the drama on her face All stressed out and depressed tryin' to keep the place
So I worked odd job after odd job for the man But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands I'm stressed out right about now So I hooked up with the homey from the streets to put it down
He said you make 2 G's a drop Nigga don't be flossin' about it or your ass sure to get popped Thinkin' to myself I'ma do this for now Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut
I'm doing about six drops a week I'm knowin' niggaz from everyhood partner it's all good I'm in school tryin' to live out moms dream Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen
Locked in the game doin' my thang like Bruce Wayne Tryin' to ease momma pain and stop the rain I thank God I never been to the pen But if I had to I'd do it again Y'all better ask somebody
What's up man, this is Vin man Yo what's hapnin' man? I got some drama with some old playa haters Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ah man, that's why you was blowin' me up man? (Stop through) Old horny ass, I'll be there in a minute
Like G's we roll with the ass rocked Like G's we roll with the tops down Like G's we coast til homey past the post 'Cause yo we finna get fucked up I say uhhh kick the [unverified]and uhhh
Can you fell my illustration? I'm thick for the penetration No hesitation I step to a f blowin' the dust off her shelf I'm kinda horny, I just bounced from the county
So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb Hit it smooth then slide out the room After making you assume the position Now I'm in the twist after goin' on a mission
Gotta spit at my homeys though, you know my peoples Yeah, the ones in the hill plus the folks in the hood we all equal I was talkin' to my partner the other day We was sitting in the mall parking lot
He was 'bout to serve three chicken wings He said, 'Shit ain't changed, homey, shit ain't changed' So uh, strap for strap even though I rap Ain't know way in the hell I can watch my own back
So I got my brother on the right and my brother on the left One in a khaki suit, the other one well dressed Hit you ass like the stealth, above the law Too much caviar, put holes through ya Lick you thorough your radar
See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics I'm on a cheddar run so my family benefits I through the videos on the table for my young ones Let the maid know that I'm out y'all I'm on one
To meet with some real conglomerates On the street for some heat Then we smoke baby, then we drink, baby Now my homies, I love my Cali scene It's the real thing, it's the real thing
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