Chorus: 

People came ?? 

Encore, encore 

People came in by the load 

Ooh, love is strong 

(KMG) 

Yeah y'all, I felt the need, I had to let ya all know 

How Above The Law flow, we keep it funky gangster ratio 

Yeah, we taking our time, 'cos patience is a virtue 

Plus we ain't in a hurry to motherfuckin' hurtcha,P 

We checked in date of 1989 

Intertwined with some chips to sign 

On the little dotted line 

It was lovely and the DeNiro was clean 

Different from the crack money, but green was green 

Fresh on the scene, niggas didn't know the time, we enterprising 

But never realising how the criming and the rhyming would twist 

And make a hell of a mix 

Had the neighbourhood fiending like some junkies before a fix 

Halfa Cali came to get with the source 

They did after we down, players could have they own choice 

Either rap singing, or even street singing, 

It didn't make a difference, long as the funk you're bringing 

Everybody's down with the Pimp Clinic 

But all they wanted was a piece, piece of the streets 

And we be all up in that ass with the quickness, 

The thickness, yeah 

Funkin the set from here to the east 

This is a player thing, this ain't no fucking bullshit 

Because we pull shit 

My name is KMG, I'm from the Clinic and the Park 

You either get glocked in the dark, or get sparked 

Yeah, I had to change my wives, change my ways 

Straight cut the strays and live for better days 

Low ride, slide 

Through the street, a real nigga ready to eat 

Rolling tough with the glock on my seat 

(Cold 187) 

Yeah, now I done travelled round the world and said a million rhymes 

Like with NWA, back in 89 

I put the C in the controversy in the industry 

Like Eazy E and Ice T, yo 

I did thousands of shows, I dissed many faces 

I deal with new jacks on a waayy out basis 

I put it down with the true crew 

We leaving player haters mesmerised when we trip through 

(KMG: "How many suckas you know?") 

Well, I know a whole truck full, 

I'm trying to stay two steps ahead of any bullshit they tryin to pull 

Motherfuckers claim they hard, 

And put in half the work, and did half the dirt 

Ain't even from the dirt 

What I would do if I was you is shut your fuckin' mouth 

'Cos we be moving keys while you're playin house 

I'm the original rap murderer 

See, I can beat your ass, rock the mic 

Or fuck your girl on a good night 

'Cos From Pomona to SC 

I represent the real niggas, daddy, who ride with me 

Yo, on the real 

I got skills like a fifth degree black belt 

Plus I'm ten times more explicit than the ?? 

Niggas making schemes and gimmicks to sell LP's 

Instead of being real and stacking G's 

Yo, uh, I'm like a fool at a house party, 

If I'm heated, I fuck it up for e'rybody 

(KMG: "What's your name, nigga?") 

Oh you don't know, yo, 

It's Mr.One Eighty Seven with my dick all in ya ho 

Yeah, if she wanna ???? 

She won't know ???