Lyrics:
by the rules M.O.B M.O.B
If there's money to be made holla me, holla me, properly
I preyed on the game like a G got no time for these hoes man i stay
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
Everybody plays it the same
Ever was the kind t go fcoolin
Its a game - y play by the rules
Did ja think he might be jivin and only foolin
Tho
the notion
Love is a game
Did you imagine his emotion
Everybody plays it the same
Ever was the kind t' go f'coolin'
It's a game - why' play by the rules
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
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
Checkmate sucka, not a move, game's over!
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread
What's
Let's begin
What where why or when
Will all be explained
Why destruction is a game
See I'm not insane
In fact I'm kind of rational
Like boom, she already bomb
A boss that lives and breathes
By her own rules, she already won
She make big moves just like chess
But play no games
the fuck you recordin' for, Nick Jr?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep),
anya)
Gat 2 milli on the Floor
3, 4 milli in the Dome
Might just get whipped by the Porsche
We ain't playing no more
I get money by the minute
I blow time
than a doll
Look so damn fresh that shit should be against the law
I'm living my life like the rules of the game and they calling the 40 a law
Money
don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
[Ja Rule]
Real
don't like the way its going down, n**** grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule
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
to act a fool
The new no limit, we don't play by the rules
I came to party, not to clap tha game
To get tha see out of jail cause it's time to get paid
Up
Uh, uh, world wide mob figgaz (who we?)
World wide mob figgaz (yeah, yeah, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z)
World wide mob figgaz (who we?)
Uh, world wide mob
Uh, uh, world wide mob figgaz (who we?)
World wide mob figgaz (yeah, yeah, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z)
World wide mob figgaz (who we?)
Uh, world wide mob
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
she can’t afford to choose a fee
Cause it’s nothing but pimpin
They know it when I’m fucking with her
I’m a live and die by the rules o the game
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
matter
I come to make you smile
In the freakiest manners
J to the L-O
Hello, no I'm not Ley Harvery Oswald
I'm the rule in the shot call
Off the wall
my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog
Now we got a son on the way
The call yours, I ignore laws
Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves
We
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