The Last Song Lyrics - Livin' Like Hustlers - Above The Law

experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that 

(KM.G) 

KM.G will never be a trick 

Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift 

That only I possess 

I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest 

I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple 

Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central 

I'm a graduate and it's all legit 

From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit 

I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang 

While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang 

Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before 

'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore 

Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C. 

A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G 

So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out 

And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth 

Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve 

and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way, 

You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre 

(Dr. Dre) 

Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer 

But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a 

Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell 

Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell 

'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda 

When I'm on the mic, I demand a 

Little bit of time to express myself 

From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that 

A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude 

You know the deal, kicking some real shit 

And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some 

Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb 

But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion 

Then my dick starts top make an invasion 

But, yo, I can't go on 

Because this is the end of my part on the last song 

Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks 

For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real 

(MC Ren) 

Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell 

down 

You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down 

Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull 

The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're full 

Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook 

Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look 

The villain was something nuff like a hero 

Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros 

The rest of the 100% was sent to do what I say 

NWA and ATL and we don't play 

The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly 

See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me 

But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker 

When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker 

The right and for the fight and the left will attend 

We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song 

From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream 

The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff 

(Eazy-E) 

One muthafuking two muthafuking three 

It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E 

So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat 

First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat 

It's Eazy for me to come off like this 

So you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss 

Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight 

And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate 

(We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream 

Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding 

I got skill to deal and run game on bitches 

You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes 

I hear voices in my head for what reason 

But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season 

So back the fuck off and give me respect 

Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck 

Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics 

The notorious Cold 

(Cold 187um) 

187um, you know I gotta have it 

Now being above the law is an everyday habit 

If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't 

Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint 

Now everybody wants to chill, ill 

And bill, now what the fuck is the deal 

You need a nigga like me to get the shit going 

187um has got the ultimate flowing 

Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac 

Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)? 

An untouchable player rolled up into one mind 

87 reasons why fools staying in line 

'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger 

I lay and spray anything in my way 

'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central 

believe what you want but soon you'll eventually see 

That ATL is straight to mega 

Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega 

And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on 

Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song 

Shout outs