| Song | Killaz in the Park |
| Artist | Above the Law |
| Album | Time Will Reveal |
| 作词 : Gulley, Hutchison, Patterson ... | |
| (feat. MC Ren) | |
| [Helicopter propeller turning] | |
| [Intro: Crime Scene investigation] | |
| "Okey what we have here?" | |
| we have a 187 black male, fictim of possibly 18 years of age... | |
| gun shot wound to the head...... | |
| look like he is been dead of possibility 2 hours "uha" | |
| when we received a phone call quite sometime ago.... | |
| but you know how it's when people have to come down into the Park | |
| and don't nobody wanna come down here... | |
| "yeah, were any witnesses step forward?" | |
| Shit, witnesses down in this motherfucker? | |
| who's the fuck is gonna come forward down here... | |
| "Okey, well let's get this area tipped off | |
| let's move these fuckin people back outta the way, behind the tape | |
| let's get those cars outta here and get that car down here | |
| and pick up this motherfuckin dead body" | |
| I want all y'all motherfuckers get the move in this shit | |
| everybody get back, everybody get back | |
| hey you.. you.. you.. yeah | |
| take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please | |
| Okey, man, it's always a killing in the park. | |
| [Hellicopter propeller turning] | |
| [Chorus: some girls] | |
| it's all like everyday, if you want some tray | |
| if you want some gun play | |
| straight killas in the park... | |
| straight killas in the park... | |
| if it ain't that right time of the day | |
| I think you better walk around the other way | |
| straight killas in the park... | |
| straight killas in the park... | |
| [Verse 1: K.M.G] | |
| watch young brother now watchin me get game | |
| well let me tell you about this little spot | |
| where we check by the block mate, yeah it's servin' | |
| straight claimin killas in the park | |
| put some out for my dead homies and my niggaz stuck to the rock | |
| if you look up in the ride you'll see this | |
| Regals, colorists, foes, trays and big fat black Doodle | |
| light posted hundred smokes for my folks, and case of Hennessy | |
| a couple of pounds of this stinky trees | |
| a few rats with mobile phone to keep calling the shit | |
| let's know when it's on | |
| even rollin chick inside worse and worst got beef | |
| dwellin, while we still drug sellin' | |
| but y'all don't heard that shit from me...Oooh baby please | |
| what y'all know about killas in the park | |
| that's the drums sound 40 felons holdin ground | |
| and I aid across you by the little B.G.'s-> Ghetto Boys | |
| cause y'all couldn't see this, they will known me enemies | |
| straight provin to help us with that chicken movin | |
| nine times outta ten | |
| we tell 'em meet us at the park at the dark | |
| to see where your nuts at | |
| 20 niggaz with straps, 20 more with they packs, fully automatic | |
| my people stalk to see me, smelling like a gang with me | |
| leavin niggaz start killings in the park... | |
| [MC Ren:] "Niggaz in the Park" | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2: MC Ren] | |
| nigga who in the fuck you think you're talking to | |
| nigga you won't remember shit when come through, out your coma | |
| it's compton and pomona | |
| killas in the park from Cali' to Arizona | |
| you can't walk through the park, niggaz crazy of the dark | |
| keep your hand on the gun or nigga you'll be on the run | |
| niggaz camoflauged in the night | |
| packin Desert Eagles and 22's nigga fuck the fight | |
| and fuck them police that be thinkin they slick | |
| with they headlights on, tryin to creep, they can suck a fat dick | |
| take your pig in the pimp clinic | |
| stay your ass out the park cause this crazy niggaz be off in it | |
| but I see you niggaz there selling 'lley | |
| hitting switches with your bitches every motherfuckin day | |
| so beware of the killas in the park | |
| and get your ass on before it get dark, uhh niggaz... | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3: Cold187Um] | |
| you got to watch your back for the po-po's, creepin up out suburb-os | |
| come on up the creep, for your works and your heap | |
| deepest think then can get.. I gets the fuck about the one time | |
| it's just another player heater tryin' to take mine | |
| yo, we regulate the buck them dawn to dusk | |
| so if the one time one, stash your gauge, you'll shut the fuck up | |
| cause they be comin with that black killing black | |
| you better watch your back because the streets full of pack | |
| think it to myself yeah I'ma dump motherfucker | |
| got me y'all off ??? tryin to act like ain't did nothin' | |
| but 'til the minute I slipped | |
| yo, they'll all up in my mamma house trippin this shit | |
| it's like my homies used to say | |
| if it gets that deep you got to put the motherfuckers to sleep | |
| and make the park once more won't safer | |
| cause dumb shit comin between we and my paper | |
| he that be in the park gettin rolled up? | |
| it be that nigga Short stopper sellin' cut up | |
| yo, he ain't the homie, so we can't check | |
| it ain't personal nigga it's respect | |
| yo, if I ain't part on swings, I'm in the basketball court | |
| I'm in the T-shirt, chuck T's and cut off Khaki short | |
| junkies come and call me lil' boot camp | |
| I'm goin and see now, I'ma screamin New child | |
| yeah, big ball going off like the mugg man, it's 9-1-1 man | |
| stash the gold, take by the wrong man | |
| I just served then I ain't this trick | |
| uhh, now we gettin restart quick | |
| I turned around and said fool you're a snitch | |
| I shot him in his junky-Ass-Bitch | |
| I'ma killa from the park... | |
| [Pow] |
| zuò cí : Gulley, Hutchison, Patterson ... | |
| feat. MC Ren | |
| Helicopter propeller turning | |
| Intro: Crime Scene investigation | |
| " Okey what we have here?" | |
| we have a 187 black male, fictim of possibly 18 years of age... | |
| gun shot wound to the head...... | |
| look like he is been dead of possibility 2 hours " uha" | |
| when we received a phone call quite sometime ago.... | |
| but you know how it' s when people have to come down into the Park | |
| and don' t nobody wanna come down here... | |
| " yeah, were any witnesses step forward?" | |
| Shit, witnesses down in this motherfucker? | |
| who' s the fuck is gonna come forward down here... | |
| " Okey, well let' s get this area tipped off | |
| let' s move these fuckin people back outta the way, behind the tape | |
| let' s get those cars outta here and get that car down here | |
| and pick up this motherfuckin dead body" | |
| I want all y' all motherfuckers get the move in this shit | |
| everybody get back, everybody get back | |
| hey you.. you.. you.. yeah | |
| take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please | |
| Okey, man, it' s always a killing in the park. | |
| Hellicopter propeller turning | |
| Chorus: some girls | |
| it' s all like everyday, if you want some tray | |
| if you want some gun play | |
| straight killas in the park... | |
| straight killas in the park... | |
| if it ain' t that right time of the day | |
| I think you better walk around the other way | |
| straight killas in the park... | |
| straight killas in the park... | |
| Verse 1: K. M. G | |
| watch young brother now watchin me get game | |
| well let me tell you about this little spot | |
| where we check by the block mate, yeah it' s servin' | |
| straight claimin killas in the park | |
| put some out for my dead homies and my niggaz stuck to the rock | |
| if you look up in the ride you' ll see this | |
| Regals, colorists, foes, trays and big fat black Doodle | |
| light posted hundred smokes for my folks, and case of Hennessy | |
| a couple of pounds of this stinky trees | |
| a few rats with mobile phone to keep calling the shit | |
| let' s know when it' s on | |
| even rollin chick inside worse and worst got beef | |
| dwellin, while we still drug sellin' | |
| but y' all don' t heard that shit from me... Oooh baby please | |
| what y' all know about killas in the park | |
| that' s the drums sound 40 felons holdin ground | |
| and I aid across you by the little B. G.' s Ghetto Boys | |
| cause y' all couldn' t see this, they will known me enemies | |
| straight provin to help us with that chicken movin | |
| nine times outta ten | |
| we tell ' em meet us at the park at the dark | |
| to see where your nuts at | |
| 20 niggaz with straps, 20 more with they packs, fully automatic | |
| my people stalk to see me, smelling like a gang with me | |
| leavin niggaz start killings in the park... | |
| MC Ren: " Niggaz in the Park" | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: MC Ren | |
| nigga who in the fuck you think you' re talking to | |
| nigga you won' t remember shit when come through, out your coma | |
| it' s compton and pomona | |
| killas in the park from Cali' to Arizona | |
| you can' t walk through the park, niggaz crazy of the dark | |
| keep your hand on the gun or nigga you' ll be on the run | |
| niggaz camoflauged in the night | |
| packin Desert Eagles and 22' s nigga fuck the fight | |
| and fuck them police that be thinkin they slick | |
| with they headlights on, tryin to creep, they can suck a fat dick | |
| take your pig in the pimp clinic | |
| stay your ass out the park cause this crazy niggaz be off in it | |
| but I see you niggaz there selling ' lley | |
| hitting switches with your bitches every motherfuckin day | |
| so beware of the killas in the park | |
| and get your ass on before it get dark, uhh niggaz... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Cold187Um | |
| you got to watch your back for the popo' s, creepin up out suburbos | |
| come on up the creep, for your works and your heap | |
| deepest think then can get.. I gets the fuck about the one time | |
| it' s just another player heater tryin' to take mine | |
| yo, we regulate the buck them dawn to dusk | |
| so if the one time one, stash your gauge, you' ll shut the fuck up | |
| cause they be comin with that black killing black | |
| you better watch your back because the streets full of pack | |
| think it to myself yeah I' ma dump motherfucker | |
| got me y' all off nbsp??? tryin to act like ain' t did nothin' | |
| but ' til the minute I slipped | |
| yo, they' ll all up in my mamma house trippin this shit | |
| it' s like my homies used to say | |
| if it gets that deep you got to put the motherfuckers to sleep | |
| and make the park once more won' t safer | |
| cause dumb shit comin between we and my paper | |
| he that be in the park gettin rolled up? | |
| it be that nigga Short stopper sellin' cut up | |
| yo, he ain' t the homie, so we can' t check | |
| it ain' t personal nigga it' s respect | |
| yo, if I ain' t part on swings, I' m in the basketball court | |
| I' m in the Tshirt, chuck T' s and cut off Khaki short | |
| junkies come and call me lil' boot camp | |
| I' m goin and see now, I' ma screamin New child | |
| yeah, big ball going off like the mugg man, it' s 911 man | |
| stash the gold, take by the wrong man | |
| I just served then I ain' t this trick | |
| uhh, now we gettin restart quick | |
| I turned around and said fool you' re a snitch | |
| I shot him in his junkyAssBitch | |
| I' ma killa from the park... | |
| Pow |