Above The Law Pastor Troy
"Above The Law" by Pastor Troy, released in 1999, is a Southern hip-hop track that explores themes of resilience, defiance, and the struggles of life in the streets. The lyrics convey a powerful message about overcoming adversity and asserting one's identity in a challenging environment. The song features heavy beats and aggressive delivery, characteristic of Southern rap. Its cultural impact lies in its raw portrayal of urban life and the empowerment it offers listeners, resonating within the hip-hop community. #HipHop
Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister Terell Alfago Davis
Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County
Sheriff's Department officers down here in Augusta, Georgia
My nigga I'ma tell yall just like this
Them motherfuckers thank they some god damn bullies
But until we get wit they ass they gone continue to bully us around
And now all my niggas done gone above the law
All my niggas above the law
All my niggas above the law repeat 18x
Why the fuck these niggas fuckin with us, we ain't do nothin
All these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustin
I gets the cussin the fuck, cuz I, I gives a fuck
And then they lock a nigga up, disorderly conduct
And my luck ain't even left yet they done stuck my niggas up
Guess they didn't know that we didn't give a fuck
Yeah above the law, yuck my dope off in my jaw
Soon as I saw em
My so-called nigga fronted, but I would throw em
Out like three strikes, so tight he claim to be
While laughin in my face this nigga was framin me
I guess he didn't see KD and Greg watchin
On the roof trippin on three, my niggas poppin
Droppin like bad habits while smokin a sack of cabbage
Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourself
Don't ever try to stop no hustlers wealth
You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (WE AIN'T PLAYIN)
The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayin
Relayin, what happened at nine o'clock
By twelve we gettin blowed off at the spot
We chop the Remyiits V.S. to O.P
Very Soon Opportunities are Plenty
Fools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cup
Get the thankin bout them phony bitches, that stood me up
Test my luck, but I was never lucky
It took some triple gold D's for them hoes to fuck me
So fuck them, Braves hat with the crooked brim
I know I'm blessed as I'm dodgin them fuckin NARC'S
Nowhere to rest
That bullet proof vest protect they chest, not they head
One shot to them bastards temple, them niggas dead
It was said I'm a lunitic
But I'll be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit
Cuz I'm above the law
Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County
Sheriff's Department officers down here in Augusta, Georgia
My nigga I'ma tell yall just like this
Them motherfuckers thank they some god damn bullies
But until we get wit they ass they gone continue to bully us around
And now all my niggas done gone above the law
All my niggas above the law
All my niggas above the law repeat 18x
Why the fuck these niggas fuckin with us, we ain't do nothin
All these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustin
I gets the cussin the fuck, cuz I, I gives a fuck
And then they lock a nigga up, disorderly conduct
And my luck ain't even left yet they done stuck my niggas up
Guess they didn't know that we didn't give a fuck
Yeah above the law, yuck my dope off in my jaw
Soon as I saw em
My so-called nigga fronted, but I would throw em
Out like three strikes, so tight he claim to be
While laughin in my face this nigga was framin me
I guess he didn't see KD and Greg watchin
On the roof trippin on three, my niggas poppin
Droppin like bad habits while smokin a sack of cabbage
Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourself
Don't ever try to stop no hustlers wealth
You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (WE AIN'T PLAYIN)
The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayin
Relayin, what happened at nine o'clock
By twelve we gettin blowed off at the spot
We chop the Remyiits V.S. to O.P
Very Soon Opportunities are Plenty
Fools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cup
Get the thankin bout them phony bitches, that stood me up
Test my luck, but I was never lucky
It took some triple gold D's for them hoes to fuck me
So fuck them, Braves hat with the crooked brim
I know I'm blessed as I'm dodgin them fuckin NARC'S
Nowhere to rest
That bullet proof vest protect they chest, not they head
One shot to them bastards temple, them niggas dead
It was said I'm a lunitic
But I'll be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit
Cuz I'm above the law
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