Lyrics:
a life-bid, be one a' your crew
I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance
Lessons, detrimental
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock
flow to create their own show
Tip toe slow below to make it past go
Kings and queens assassinated by machines
Rule the role until the hard truth unfolds
All these dudes that claim they got the game on lock
I'm a roll up on them with that same o Glock
And when I start squeezing I'm not leaving til I hit
a rap name
Cause gettin caught always kept me out the crack game
But then I see the five-o don't harrass em, they just pass em
Even ask me if they can
see me
I heard a snicker, a laugh, I take a look at the evenin' news
An' see a n**** gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a frame up? Tryin'
when they see me
I heard a snicker a laugh, I take a look at the evening news
And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up,
I'm rippin' on the hard core beat
That's slammin' through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back
Nigga L never got rip by a track
I don't fuck
And it's me and you, ain't no rules
Oh yea
When we riding riding
You know we be vibing
Love the kid
I know you couldn't hide it
Riding riding
You know we be
vision
Imma a free spirit living by my own rules
I'm doing whatever I want and I'm nobody's fool
Why you asking me these question? I can do whatever I
a new track o' drums so I can play with
percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform
Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform
It ain't a rule in
to the crib or maybe I'll chirp her
Dues pre-paid on the VIP
C.O.D. but girl I need to see ID
15'll get'cha 20 if you don't look 30
The rules of the game
H.O.M.B.
Written By Mia Delamar
Uh ohohoh
Uh Uh Uh ohohoh
Uh-ooouh-oohoooo
If I had it my way
(My way)
You and me would be far away
I wouldn't
to take the view
That cats are very much like you
You've seen us both at work and games
And learnt about our proper names
Our habits and our habitat
But how
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
I was so damn grimey
'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
Or jewelry wit the X's O's
My house had asbestos
strangers
Top rap don, 'cause Daddy-O got me the dice game
It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald
Pack your work, move your plans to VA
Heat on the lock
gettin' gone
I'm rollin tree she pour lean up a four
Blowing o's putting holes in the ozone
I don't live by rules I live by that code
I gave too much up
twice
Making the rules and we breaking it thrice
Caught in the matrix still rolling the dice
Hated by many confronted by none
Dodging all guns still am
Roc, R.O.C., sincere, or just sin
Y'all know the bull work and', know the bull been a trend
R.O.C. really my name, I tried to chill
Real out of control
Murder having to occur
Ima leave you submerged like Cutler's partner
I don't abide by, I make the rules
I don't hide behind mistakes (Mis takes) of you
are more hors d'oeuvre when it's a world tour
O'Doyle Rules
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