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no rules when you in this game

Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
freestyle much so
I write em like such
Amongst the fiends
Controlled by the screens
What does it all mean
All this shit Iâ??m seein
Human beings scream
My name is Juan Hano de Castro 
My father was a Spanish Grandee 
But I won my wife in a card game 
To hell with those lords o'er the sea 

Well
will do
Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do

Greed, hate, envy,
they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller
Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game
Be yo' own
worked out
Had nobody who could help
So then in the end it turned out
That I had to do it
By myself

That's the game of rags to riches
Dogs
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
hate to be rude, but you know the rules
Life is the game nigga, you lose

Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game
Don't hate the player nigga,
of rappers in this game
That's cool but uh
Only one of us could rule
You see its sort of like being in school

I'm Valedictorian y'all in the audience
And I've
know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Popping shots through the sun roof screaming "fuck you"
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
that proceed to run it
Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it
On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by
But never really get
Well, it's five o'clock in the morning
Feel just like the end of a mule
Somebody's been yawning
Trying to break out the rules.

Yes, it's high
today lifes a fucked up game and I don't wanna play everytime I play the rules they change I travel down a lonely road I don't know where to go, no I'm
sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around
Just when you learned the game of life
All the rules change overnight
Whoa-o-oh, go figure

It seems so wrong to even try
But taking a chance
Just when you learned the game of life
All the rules change overnight
Whoa-o-oh, go figure

It seems so wrong to even try
But taking a chance
wanna stay connected
Hip you to the rules of the game, shorty check it

[Chorus]
The chain on my neck (preserve the sexy)
The O's in the check