Elimination-The Law

Elimination - The Law (feat. MC Ren) [Intro: Coldum 187 Talking] "can I get a little time man, can I get some time" no, no, time is expired mothaf**kers [Gun Shots] Do you know motherf**kers need to get the f**k up off our back "yeah" Cause you know A.T.L ain't never going out like that "Black Mafia Life" I am the Coooooold 187 Yo, and I'ma do a little somethin' like this [Verse 1: Coldum 187] Now see some try to label me a psychopath Cause I think the sh*t is funny when I'm bustin' on a fool's a** It don't matter, (sh*t's out the Glock) Cause ain't no names on a bullet in a shootout The way I think is kinda strange you would guess But nowadays it's like the motherf**kin' wild west One come up, put you six feet under And do it so fast I'll make everybody wonder Yo? Where he go, where he been, where he at They find you in the alley with a .38 slug in your back Cooold, waiting for the meat wagon I put two in your head to let you know it wouldn't lack Straight Mafia style is kinda crazy Nooooooh, the motherf**ker didn't fade me Yo, so tell your homie, tell your clique, tell your gang Then we can go cap for cap, or we could throw them thangs But in a heated scrap when things are cookin' One of my homies might bust when you ain't lookin' [Gun shots] And now they saying that them niggaz be trippin But just like we say in the hood "don't get caught slippin" So I stay strapped, even though I rap When I step, see, the old punks and new jacks They still wanna get a rep But I'll be that motherf**ker just like the Grim Reaper But a little bit cheaper So fool, you better get your sh*t together Cause if you f**k with 87 he will hunt you forever Yeah, and that's how you deal with them punk motherf**kers... [Break: Coldum 187 Talking] Ha ha ha, yo..yo KMG "What's up my ni**a" What's up man? [KM.G] This is the process "The process of what?" Process of Elimination "yeah" Eliminatin' all fools that don't understand the Black Mafia sound "hell yeah" Let me let 'em have it [Verse 2: KM.G] You see, you could just label me the undertaker Cause I speed up your chance for you to meet your maker See, Judgement Day has come You're being tried by a black-A**-Ni**a that's pulled many triggas Sh*t, I'm the jury and I'm also the judge For this I'm around, I can't show much love Here's a vision: I'm a motherf**kin' assassin Fools I clip keeps me clockin' a grip So I lay low then I wait for a connection "Surveillance ain't sh*t to us without police protection" Cause when niggaz got a gun "yeah" Motherf**kers better run Cause there's one more thing that's worse than a black man rappin' And that's another ni**a cappin' Cause when brothers were slaves, if a ni**a had a gat He woulda f**ked all the hoes and took the white man's sack But this is the 90's and what's really going on? We jackin' marks for their title, they ends and they zones Give a pimp a little paper, he's a politician Anything's possible, call me Alouitious Sh*t, this is a potion to sip and don't hurl A Black Mafia bullet from the underworld So if you scared of the rhymes and you ain't really used to us You a black guillotine, the motherf**kin' executioners Yeah, Now let a real G from the real niggaz eliminate a few fools... [Break: MC Ren] yeah, MC Ren in here, you know what I'm sayin'? All about that Black Mafia Life With A.T.L you know I'm livin' like a hustler I'm the real ni**a number 1 Yo, we about to do somethin' right here so check this out It goes like this... check it. [Verse 3: MC Ren] The process of elimination The real ni**a number one I'll get the motherf**kin' job done Because my voice is like a defensive line You beggin' for me to come with it because I'm attacking you with the rhyme Because MC Ren'll talk the days of wayback And how I had niggaz on they backs Getting f**ked like a hoe in the back of a six-fo' And sucking dicks like tricks I only hang with G's, Cause they don't give a diznamn To make it clear, they don't give a damn I used to wear black but the sh*t got played From the biting-A**-Niggaz that I slayed For trying to walk the path that I walk in And 90% of 'em try to talk how I be talkin' Yo, but they can't get that cause Ren ain't wit that And niggaz in L.A. you need to quit that So get your mouth off my family jewels Cause playin' with Ren, you ain't f**kin' wit rules It's every ni**a for himself when I'm known to start to swing Cause it ain't nothing but a thing Or I can make it happen quick and put a bullet to your chest [Gunshot] So I can speed up the process... [Outro: MC Ren Talking] Hey yo, KM.G "What's up" why don't tell these niggaz what time it is in '91 [KM.G] Yeah, there it is The straight gangster sh*t on the motherf**kin' hit The Black Mafia sound from the motherf**kin' underground Cussin' and bussin' Lettin the underground have it There it is! [MC Ren] And yo, this is MC Ren Real ni**a number one Gettin' the job done, yo! And everybody out there, they know what time it is Tell 'em what's up [ColdUm 187] Yo this is Cooooooooold 187 Yo, you know I'm doing the mad-A**-Gangster sh*t always That's how I gets paid Yo, we gotta sign off and we outta here... yeah... [Sample from 'New Jack City] Now that's how you kill somebody my brother You get right up on the motherf**ker, and BOO-YAA! Blow his brains all over the sidewalk in broad daylight...