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Above the Law
Above the Law
Артист в сэмпле
Kay-Gee
Kay-Gee
Диджей
Lakim Shabazz
Lakim Shabazz
Вокал
The D.O.C.
The D.O.C.
Артист в сэмпле
Treach
Treach
Вокал
Vin Rock
Vin Rock
Вокал
apache
apache
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Автор песен
Anthony Peaks
Anthony Peaks
Автор песен
Anthony Shawn Criss
Anthony Shawn Criss
Автор песен
Lakim Shabazz
Lakim Shabazz
Автор песен
Luis Ferdinand Vega Jr.
Luis Ferdinand Vega Jr.
Композитор
Vincent E. Brown
Vincent E. Brown
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
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'Little Louie' Vega
'Little Louie' Vega
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Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
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EZ Reed
EZ Reed
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Writer(s): Anthony Shawn Criss, Antony Peat, Lakim Shabazz, Luis Vega Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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