Livin’ Like Hustlers Songtext / Lyric

[Above The Law]






Let me start it off, 'cause I'm a player

Fade into part two, I'm the number-one ho 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 take over your mind

'Cause I don't think like the average thinker

Call me the nightstalker of your neighbourhood headshrinker

187 is like a megablast

I take too many names, I kick too much ass

K.M.G, the number-one mack daddy

Eatin' chicken like a motherfucker, rollin' 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

Livin' large on the mike, doin' damage for the city

The city of toners which is known as L.A.

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 mike weapon

We say it's fittin', you think it's hittin'

K.M.G means knowledge most greatly

Some people love me, most people hate me

In other words, I kick my gift

Do you be sleeping, K.M.G?

Nah, I don't drift

I lounge or lay 'cause suckers take advantage

Yo, what do we do?

Yo, we doin' damage

'Cause we not punks, fools, sissies, or busters

And the way that we live is

Like hustlers



Livin' like hustlers



I used to sell big lleyo on the block

Remember all the hardheads, getting all the 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 mic.

Pull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to please

Got the crib pimped out so that the bitches flee'd

I bought a ride, 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 G's I'd be definitely certain

To live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frills

Yo, you was livin' kinda large

On the real-deals was bein' made

Suckers was gettin' sprayed

In other words, we was gettin' paid

Like hustlers



Livin' like hustlers



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 now that spells trouble

But we're not a group promoting violence

But when it comes to speakin' the real, I won't be silent

Speak all reality when I'm on the mike

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 brung

See the law has provided me, the K.M.G

That's complex with the style but done easily

Pitch a picture if I have to, you know why

I'm undercover doin' dirt I'm a hell of a spy

Now me, 187, is a detonator

More deadly than a hand grenade

Much harder than a fool to fade

Not a forty, not a quart or six-pack

Me, K.M.G, Total K-OSS, and Go Mack

'Cause I unload my weapon with force

Yeah, I'm never detected, I get 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 megaclip

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 look, listen, and tell

Tell your ma, tell a friend, tell a fool, or a jerk

Till them K.M.G people started to put it to work

Like Hustlers



Livin' like hustlers