Above The Law Process Of Elimination (untouchakickamurdaqtion)
(feat. MC Ren)
[Intro: Coldum 187 Talking]
"can I get a little time man, can I get some time"
no, no, time is expired mothafuckers [Gun Shots]
Do you know motherfuckers need to get the f..ck up off our back "yeah"
Cause you know A.T.L ain't never going out like that "Black Mafia Life"
I am the Coooooold 187
Yo, and I'ma do a little somethin' like this
[Verse 1: Coldum 187]
Now see some try to label me a psychopath
Cause I think the shit is funny when I'm bustin' on a fool's ass
It don't matter, (shit's out the Glock)
Cause ain't no names on a bullet in a shootout
The way I think is kinda strange you would guess
But nowadays it's like the motherfuckin' wild west
One come up, put you six feet under
And do it so fast I'll make everybody wonder
Yo? Where he go, where he been, where he at
They find you in the alley with a .38 slug in your back
Cooold, waiting for the meat wagon
I put two in your head to let you know it wouldn't lack
Straight Mafia style is kinda crazy
Nooooooh, the motherfucker didn't fade me
Yo, so tell your homie, tell your clique, tell your gang
Then we can go cap for cap, or we could throw them thangs
But in a heated scrap when things are cookin'
One of my homies might bust when you ain't lookin' [Gun shots]
And now they saying that them niggaz be trippin
But just like we say in the hood "don't get caught slippin"
So I stay strapped, even though I rap
When I step, see, the old punks and new jacks
They still wanna get a rep
But I'll be that motherfucker just like the Grim Reaper
But a little bit cheaper
So fool, you better get your shit together
Cause if you f..ck with 87 he will hunt you forever
Yeah, and that's how you deal with them punk motherfuckers...
[Break: Coldum 187 Talking]
Ha ha ha, yo.yo KMG "What's up my nigga"
What's up man?
This is the process "The process of what?"
Process of Elimination "yeah"
Eliminatin' all fools that don't understand the
Black Mafia sound "hell yeah"
Let me let 'em have it
[Verse 2: KM.G]
You see, you could just label me the undertaker
Cause I speed up your chance for you to meet your maker
See, Judgement Day has come
You're being tried by a black-Ass-Nigga that's pulled many triggas
Shit, I'm the jury and I'm also the judge
For this I'm around, I can't show much love
Here's a vision: I'm a motherfuckin' assassin
Fools I clip keeps me clockin' a grip
So I lay low then I wait for a connection
"Surveillance ain't shit to us without police protection"
Cause when niggaz got a gun "yeah"
Motherfuckers better run
Cause there's one more thing that's worse than a black man rappin'
And that's another nigga cappin'
Cause when brothers were slaves, if a nigga had a gat
He woulda f..cked all the hoes and took the white man's sack
But this is the 90's and what's really going on?
We jackin' marks for their title, they ends and they zones
Give a pimp a little paper, he's a politician
Anything's possible, call me Alouitious
Shit, this is a potion to sip and don't hurl
A Black Mafia bullet from the underworld
So if you scared of the rhymes and you ain't really used to us
You a black guillotine, the motherfuckin' executioners
Yeah, Now let a real G from the real niggaz eliminate a few fools...
[Break: MC Ren]
yeah, MC Ren in here, you know what I'm sayin'?
All about that Black Mafia Life
With A.T.L you know I'm livin' like a hustler
I'm the real nigga number 1
Yo, we about to do somethin' right here so check this out
It goes like this... check it.
[Verse 3: MC Ren]
The process of elimination
The real nigga number one
I'll get the motherfuckin' job done
Because my voice is like a defensive line
You beggin' for me to come with it because
I'm attacking you with the rhyme
Because MC Ren'll talk the days of wayback
And how I had niggaz on they backs
Getting f..cked like a hoe in the back of a six-fo'
And sucking dicks like tricks
I only hang with G's, Cause they don't give a diznamn
To make it clear, they don't give a damn
I used to wear black but the shit got played
From the biting-Ass-Niggaz that I slayed
For trying to walk the path that I walk in
And 90% of 'em try to talk how I be talkin'
Yo, but they can't get that cause Ren ain't wit that
And niggaz in L.A. you need to quit that
So get your mouth off my family jewels
Cause playin' with Ren, you ain't f..ckin' wit rules
It's every nigga for himself when I'm known to start to swing
Cause it ain't nothing but a thing
Or I can make it happen quick and put a bullet to your chest [Gunshot]
So I can speed up the process...
[Outro: MC Ren Talking]
Hey yo, KM.G "What's up"
why don't tell these niggaz what time it is in '91
Yeah, there it is
The straight gangster shit on the motherfuckin' hit
The Black Mafia sound from the motherfuckin' underground
Cussin' and bussin'
Lettin the underground have it
There it is!
And yo, this is MC Ren
Real nigga number one
Gettin' the job done, yo!
And everybody out there, they know what time it is
Tell 'em what's up
Yo this is Cooooooooold 187
Yo, you know I'm doing the mad-Ass-Gangster shit always
That's how I gets paid
Yo, we gotta sign off and we outta here... yeah...
[Sample from 'New Jack City]
Now that's how you kill somebody my brother
You get right up on the motherfucker, and BOO-YAA!
Blow his brains all over the sidewalk in broad daylight...