(187) Nineteen-ninety flow
(KMG) The return of Above The Law
(187)
And we bring to you....The name of the album is....
[Uncle Sam's Curse]
(KMG)
The return of Above The Law
(187) And we bring to you.....The name of the
album is....
[Uncle Sam's Curse]
(KMG)
When you're ballin' in the neighbourhood,
And you have to fade
your strap,
'Cos it's like that
That's Uncle Sam's Curse.
If you a
rebel and you moving the product
And everybody hates you,
That's Uncle
Sam's Curse.
If you're working from nine to five,
On the old plantation
In
this U.S nation,
That's Uncle Sam's Curse.
And if you're praying on a
fool to jack,
And you don't care about the colour,
Even if he's black,
That's
Uncle Sam's Curse.
If the mailman's late with your Government cheque
And
they cut it, the motherfuckers,
That's Uncle Sam's Curse.
And if you're
walking in the mall and you're wearing blue
And there's a nigga wearing red
staring at you,
That's Uncle Sam's Curse.
(187) Yeah...uh...since we in here, man, why'on't you set some shit off man before we get the fuck outta here?
(KMG) Oh shit we wicked
I swear, I'll sweat your ass
Yeah, the
Clinic came to blast
We looking for the fake gangstas,
They handing out
the murder raps
Yeah...they shaking suckers like craps
Shit comes to
pass, nigga
I hope you're not the victim of a raper
And let a nigga take
your paper
And run, and live life swell
While you're rotting and rhyming
in a cell
Now break yo'self, nigga
How the hell ya figure?
You used
to need gas money home
I guess the Gs are full grown
(187) Yeah, now
it's time to play the motherfuckin' clone
(KMG) You're all acting stupid
like you don't know where we been
We buying a gang of gats, so tell a friend
(187)
Tell 'em
(KMG) That God put us here, to innovate first
Now the world's
given
Uncle Sam's Curse
(187) See I don't trust man, nigga,
Only trust God
So when it's on,
bow down to the Black Mob
I be the dark skinny nigga representing fo' Pomona
In
a rag-top tre on them dark corners
Yeah, 'cos I'mma floss for mine
And
I'mma toss for mine
To let ya know that it cost for mine, yeah
'Cos
I'mma come like a true nigga
And for lunch I think I won't fly twice, nigga
Oh
shit, oh shit,
We going off the deep end
We gone off the hook and we
flowin' like the wind
I'mma take off on yo ass like a LearJet
And if the
shit gets deep...ya gonna get wet up
And outta luck, tryin'a fuck with the
original
I used to slang dope, but now I get residuals
[(KMG) What's
your name? (187) One eighty seven] x3
(187) If I hear ya diss my crew,
it's on
(Both) Forever.