Above the Law - Livin' Like Hustlers Lyrics

(Birds chirping)

(Someone's snoring)

(Sample of Alarm Clock's Ringing) awww shit!

Here we go, here we go

Wake your motherfucking ass up
This is Radio Station KMG, 187 on your dial
And what I want you to do is tune in
At 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys
Total K-oss and Go-Mack
They'll gonna be rocking them big ol
Bitches on the traffic Jam
Next stop be your music
Right after these messages

"Are you tired of looking whack?
"Do you wanna look cool?"
"Are you tired of people
Being in your business?"
"Well, you need not worry again
Get some locs" "That's right, some locs"
"For the amazingly low price of $499"

"Now, available at your nearest
South Central liquor store"

Yeah, this Radio station KMG
And whenever you wanna hear some funky shit
Put your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers

Let me start it off, cause I'm a player
Fade into part two
I'm the number one hoe layer
A mack, a player and a pimp
Something much stronger than
Your average drink
Now, correct me if I'm wrong
I'm like moonshine
Take a sip of my rhyme and
I'll take over your mind
Cause I don't think like the average thinker
Call me the nightstalker or
Your neighborhood head shrinker
187 is like a megablast
I take too many names, I kick too much ass

KMG, the number one mack daddy
Eating chicken like a motherfucker
Rolling in my Caddy
With my brim cold bent to the side
I bump and slide
Go-Mack in the back, 187 to the side
Street Pilgrims, pioneering the land
Above the Law status, with a gat in my hand
A mind designed like Frank Nitty
Living large on the Mic
Doing damage for the city
The city of toners, which is known as LA
Where the hustlers hustle and
The ballers play
We got the dope beats from the homeboy Dre
And it had to be done (How?) the Ruthless way
187, what's up? What do we do at our show?

We wear black on black with
The Locs and the Romeos
Start stepping, unload my Mic weapon
We say it's fitting, you think it's hitting
KMG means Knowledge Most Greatly
Some people like me, most people hate me
In other words, I kick my gift
Do you be sleeping, KMG? No, I don't drift
I lounge or lay, cause suckers take advantage
Yo, what do we do to them?
Yo, we're doing damage
Cause we not punks, fools, sissies
Or busters
And the way that we live is like hustlers
AWWWWWWWoow
Ooohh Lord, living like a hustler
Ooohh Lord, living like a hustler

I used to sell big llello on the block
That when all the hardheads
Gain on hard knocks
I started with Gs and then I moved to keys
And at this point my life went with ease
In other words, my pockets was thick
I didn't worry about the Feds
I was checking the mitt
Pull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to please
Got the crib pimped out so
That the bitches flee
I bought a ride, "what Kind?"
A white Corvette so I can do a ghost move
When it's time to jet

When I was nineteen, I was on my own
Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone
At home, or maybe on my person
To clock big Gs, I'd be definitely certain
To live the lifestyle, the
Luxury, the freaks, the thrills
Yo, you was living kind of large, man
On the real, deals was being made
Suckers was getting sprayed
In other words, we was getting paid
Like hustlers

AWWWWWWWoow
Ooohh Lord, living like a hustler
Ooohh Lord, living like a hustler

Let me proceed, cause I got the green light
For the numero uno 87, it must be hype
For now, let me lay the cards on the table
So you can figure out who's worried or stable
I max and tax and relax and stack Gs
Stick that to the facts
That's why I crack them with ease
Please, get off the convoy
I think you're confused
When you cross, I told you you'd get tossed
And you lose
Now, A-B-O-V-E L-A W, to some people
Yo, that spells trouble
But we're not a group promoting violence
But when it comes to speaking the real
I won't be silent
Speak all reality when I'm on the Mic
So you don't have to run
And have a stereotype
See, see cause stereotypes will make you dumb
So kick back and listen, yo
To the knowledge that's grump

See, the law has provided me, the KMG
That's complex with the style but done easily
Pitch a bitch if I have to, you know why?
I'm undercover doing dirt
I'm a hell of a spy
Now numero 187 is a detonator
Deadly than a hand grenade
Much harder than a fool to fade
Not a Forty, not a Quart or a Six pack
Me, KMG, Total Kaos, and Go-Mack
Cause I unload my weapon with force
Yeah, I'm never detected, I leave respected
As a baller, a player or a pimp
Yo, pass me the forty, I commence to dent

A sissy soft sucker with no title
Unplug the machine, 187 is vital
Like a Beretta, with a mega clip
With a silencer on it
With the hollow point tip
But that is our business
On that we won't dwell
We make records for you to
Learn: Listen and Tell
Tell your mammas, tell a friend
Tell a fool or a jerk
Tell them KMG people it's time
To put in some work like Hustlers

Woooo haaaa oooh Lord, living like a hustler
Oooh Lord, living like a hustler