Let me start it off, 'cause I'm a playernFade into part two, I'm the number-one ho layernA mack, a player, and a pimpnSomething much stronger than your average drinknNow quote me if I'm wrong, I'm like moonshinenTake a sip of my rhyme and I take over your mindn'Cause I don't think like the average thinkernCall me the nightstalker or your neighbourhood headshrinkern187 is like a megablastnI take too many names, I kick too much assnK.M.G, the number-one mack daddynEatin' chicken like a motherfucker, rollin' in my CaddynWith my brim cold bent to the sidenI bump and slidenGo mack in the back, 187 to the sidenStreet Pilgrims, pioneering the landnAbove the law status with a gat in my handnA mind designed like Frank NittinLivin' large on the mike, doin' damage for the citynThe city of toners which is known as L.A.nWhere the hustlers hustle and the ballers playnWe got the dope beats from the homeboy DrenAnd it had to be done (How?) the Ruthless wayn187, what's up?, what do we do at our shownWe wear black on black with the locs and the romeosnStart stepping, unload my mike weaponnWe say it's fittin', you think it's hittin'nK.M.G means knowledge most greatlynSome people like me, most people hate menIn other words, I kick my giftnDo you be sleeping, K.M.G?nNah, I don't driftnI lounge or lay 'cause suckers take advantagenYo, what do we do to you?nYo, we doin' damagen'Cause we not punks, fools, sissies, or bustersnAnd the way that we live isnLike hustlersnnLivin' like a hustlernLivin' like a hustlernnI used to sell big yayo on the blocknWhere went all the hardheads, they know hard knocksnI started with G's and then I moved to keysnAnd at this point my life went with easenIn other words, my pockets was thicknDidn't worry about the Feds, I was checking the mint.nPull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to pleasenGot the crib pimped out so that the bitches flee'dnI bought a ride (What kind?), a white CorvettenSo I can do a ghost move when it's time to jetnWhen I was nineteen, I was on my ownnHooked up big connections on my mobile phonenAt home, or maybe on my personnTo clock big G's I'd be definitely certainnTo live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frillsnYo, you was livin' kinda largenOn the real, deals was bein' madenSuckers was gettin' sprayednIn other words, we was gettin' paidnLike hustlersnnLivin' like a hustlernLivin' like a hustlernnLet me proceed 'cause I got the green lightnFor the numero uno 87 it must be hypenFor now, let me lay the cards on the tablenSo you can figure out who's worried or stablenI max and tax and relax and stack G'snStick that to the facts, that's why I crack them with easenPlease get off the convoy, I think you're confusednWhen you cross, I told you you'd get tossed and you losenNow A-b-o-v-e-L-a-w to some people, yeah that spells troublenBut we're not a group promoting violencenBut when it comes to speakin' the real, I won't be silentnSpeak all reality when I'm on the mikenSo you don't have to run and have a stereotypenSee, see 'cause stereotypes will make you dumbnSo kick back and listen, yo, to the knowledge that's brungnSee the law has provided me, the K.M.GnThat's complex with the style but done easilynPitch a picture if I have to, you know whynI'm undercover doin' dirt I'm a hell of a spynNow me, 187, is a detonatornMore deadly than a hand grenadenMuch harder than a fool to fadenNot a forty, not a quart or six-packnMe, K.M.G, Total K-OSS, and Go Mackn'Cause I unload my weapon with forcenYeah, and I'm never detected, highly respectednAs a baller, a player, or a pimpnYo, pass me the forty, I commence to dentnA sissy soft sucker with no titlenUnplug the machine 187 is vitalnLike a Beretta with a megaclipnWith a silencer on it with the hollow point tipnBut that is our business, on that we won't dwellnWe make records for you to look, listen, and tellnTell your ma, tell a friend, tell a fool, or a jerknTill them A&G people started to put us to worknLike HustlersnnLivin' like a hustlernLivin' like a hustler