Evil That Men Do Songtext / Lyric

[Intro: KM.G whispering]

Ugh, in the house, check it out

Above 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 room

Sippin' on thick Hennessey consume

Yeah, we're comin' through, ready to dance with the devil in the pale roomlight

Gays kind of mad cause bang kind of tight

See, that the feelin, how chill and bake a quater in the Westside

For a nigga to get fly, tricks on some hookin' let him steal a gram

Visit my whores to get sucked up

I'm the man, lookin' for this other mothafucker

Me and my game, he wanna get wicked

He wanna take it there, dumpin' browns any time I G-up

Yeah, I'll be the mothafucker, to straight see ya

So pass the letter to the mail, Hands Up!

I just got a fax at the Shack in my ride

And now, they sent me on my pager

Two chickens got stuck, someone's playin' with paper

All of a sudden, I had to sent the homie

The big homie, the pistol Whip, pistol whipped the whole clique

Because we didn't benefittin' game

Known Above the Law got to keep the name

Maintained, stayin' away from them One Times

Cause we're pistol grippers, and them turkey could be trippin'

Bad unique uniform

Plus, the NARCs come through like some mothafuckin' quite storm

All we have to do is stay more aware

I'm about to flow in the the studio, bump a whore and go

And stay strapped all the time

Put that L-neezie I'm a get rhyme, toss a gang of crimes

So 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 do

Evil that men do

Evil that real men do

Evil that men do

Evil 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 life

I give a fuck if OJ killed the demon killers right

Cause I be around a million mothafuckers a day

Just ready to peel your cap back for lookin' the wrong way

I got that problem with myself, and my mind is playin' tricks on me

Am I gettin' fucked with my homies?

Or is my lady fuckin' everybody in the hood?

I hope not, because her pussy is good

Yo, I roll through with my Nino on lap cocked

Just for the suckers on the set that wanna cock block

They get dropped like that last player hater

I swear, I come raw like the jaws on the alligator

Now, all let your homies and all of your friends

Quit tryin' to put your buster ass back together again

But if not, I'm at your way, ready to shake you some more shit

If that's I did, the busy gotta get

Cause y'all peep, I was raised on the rough side, hussy

The Who-Ride, The either get rode on

I'm gettin' tired the mothafuckers playin' sheriff royalty

Storm me up, and tryin' to put soft all on me

I give them 50 feet, with the Infra Red on the tech set

Boo yaa, kill them with no regrets

I once knew a nigga named Sami, who had it goin' on in Miami

Now, Sami got popped by the Feds like a bitch, so we snitched on his whole fuckin' family

Now, who that? who that? who that, all up in the collate?

Who don't even know what the flavor look like

Yo, I be the C-O-L-D-187, A-B-O-V-E-T-H-E-L-A-W

It's the crew, wicked like Voo Doo

Yeah, with that evil that men do, fool



[Chorus: various overvoices with somewhat scary music different than were in the verses]

Real men do

Evil that men do

Evil that real men do

Evil that men do

Evil that men do