Evil That Men Do Lyrics

[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'ma 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 doAbove The Law - Evil That Men Do - http://motolyrics.com/above-the-law/evil-that-men-do-lyrics.html