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Music:Above The Law- Black Superman...

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[Intro]

"You heard about what's going on in here?"

"Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much."

"This isn't bullshit, my friend."

"Do you know something?"

"Don't listen."

"What do you know?"

"Maybe I do and maybe I don't. What I say is that they ain't got no business negotiating. We gonna be going back in they're with a bullet for everybody in the yard."

"Is that right?"

"We do it now, we do it later, later it can be new use. Am I right Al?"

"Well, wait, wait, wait minute Frank. We gotta a lotta angry guys in. They're black muslims, Panther's, Young Lord. Besides you average anti-social."

"So we gotta go in right, clean their clocks."

 

[Talkbox]

'94 revolution

 

[Verse 1: KM.G]

I hit the loose juice and pulls up in the deuce

He gives me the scoop about the fake ass troops

And how niggas out there wanna play

I take another hit of the way and then I blast away

(How far, playa?)

Far enough to go off the edge

I push another nigga off the ledge

So I stumble as I slide to the Chevy

Yeah, my eyes kinda teary and gun kinda heavy

I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin'

Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin'

High powered on my way to the West Side

To check upon on some chickens

It's a hell of a drive, so drive on

As I hit my dodo stick to the breaking dawn

Crime fighting's what I do and niggas in my crew

Don't take lightly to you bustas and so we say, "Fuck you"

Then buck you, tuck you in for the night

As you think about the paper at the funeral site

So when I'm hangin' with the clique, and we in demand

I feel good that the city of angels call me black superman

 

[Hook (x2)]

Now everybody sing

Black superman

Now everybody know

Black superman

 

[Interlude]

*phone rings*

[Hutch's answerphone:] "Yo this Hutch, I ain't in right now

But uh, leave a message at the beep

You know I'm out flossin' and tossin', dippin' and trippin'

You know what I'm sayin'?"

[KM.G:] "Aye Hutch man uh, they just leavin' yo mama's house, um, I don't know what they got but, um man, they lookin' for us, man

Call me over at Peach's house."

*hangs up phone*

 

[Verse 2: Hutch AKA Cold 187um]

Now it was once said by an ol' loc G

Always tryna come up, yeah, and that's a G

Uh, cause when I bomb it's like a curse

Cause see, once in a lifetime everybody did some dirt

I guess it got to me the same

So at the age of 15, I entered the dope game

I had my game locked up tight

In the day I went to school, but I clocked all night

And when I went to class I always felt asleep

But I was out like a motherfucker, if somebody beeped

My teacher said, "Boy, can't it wait?"

I said, "No, I got to put some mo' icing on my cake."

I think I saved about 50 G's

I bought a truck, a house, and a Coupé on D's

Mom is trippin but she really don't know

All I'm thinkin' is she ain't on the county no mo'

Before my mama fucked with the county again

I'd rather take the risk of doin' 5 to 10

I'm not takin' a chance, I'm straight makin' a chance

So now we deserve to get what we wanna get

I got my mama up outta there

Because y'all motherfuckers just don't care

Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum

Because my mama to me comes number one

Now you sucker motherfuckers don't understand

But to my mama, I'm her real Black Superman

Done