Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister terell alfago davisMister davis was gunned down at the hands of two richmond countySheriff's department officers down here in augusta, georgiaMy nigga i'ma tell y'all just like thisThem motherfuckers thank they some God damn bulliesBut until we get wit they ass they gone continue to bully us aroundAnd now all my niggaz done gone above the lawAll my niggaz above the lawAll my niggaz above the lawWhy the fuck these niggaz fuckin with us, we ain't do nothinAll these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustinI gets the cussin the fuck, 'cause i, I gives a fuckAnd then they lock a nigga up, disorderly conductAnd my luck ain't even left yet they done stuck my niggaz upGuess they didn't know that we didn't give a fuckYeah above the law, yuck my dope off in my jawSoon as I saw emMy so-called nigga fronted, but I would throw emOut like three strikes, so tight he claim to beWhile laughin in my face this nigga was framin meI guess he didn't see kd and greg watchinOn the roof trippin on three, my niggaz poppinDroppin like bad habits while smokin a sack of cabbagePass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wigNigga see what you did and you brought it on yourselfDon't ever try to stop no hustlers wealthYou fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (we ain't playin)The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayinRelayin, what happened at nine o'clockBy twelve we gettin blowed off at the spotWe chop the remyiits v.s. to o.p.Very soon opportunities are plentyFools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cupGet the thankin bout them phony bitches, that stood me upTest my luck, but I was never luckyIt took some triple gold d's for them hoes to fuck meSo fuck them, braves hat with the crooked brimI know I'm blessed as I'm dodgin them fuckin narc'sNowhere to restThat bullet proof vest protect they chest, not they headOne shot to them bastards temple, them niggaz deadIt was said I'm a luniticBut I'll be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit'cause I'm above the law(chorus)One of my partners got caught with half a keySince them crackers knew we was friends they askin meLike I know, askin me the place to go to get this blowAnd makin all kind of threats, like I'm gon' showThe flashlight gave a glow all in faceThey askin me about this dope or catch a caseThey askin me about the place, I can't rememberMe and him ain't made no moves since last decemberThen I tucked a gram in my timberland bootWent the tieing up my shit, told em don't shootA group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftlyHands on they fuckin gun, as if they reallyWas bout to take a nigga off, didn't look goodThen I thought about the shit, and knocked on woodNow would they find this dope hidden off in my shoeAnd if they did find the shit, what would they doI knew that I was fucked up no where to runAll I saw was was walter waitin,four "0" oneA richmond county jail, ahh hell nawJust that quick that my niggaz gone have that y'allWe bustin at all coppers, fuck what ya heardAnd up the mini 14 and mouths burn, last wordI thank they stem, and couldn't finishWhen I said above the law my nigga I meant itAbove the law(chorus)
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