Lyrics:
Nack u 2 by 2 unlike ashante
Baby I no de lie.. me I know the rules
No be 2mins o spell the little p
I love to take it juicy
Pata pata pata buy u little
You know the rules, stay frosty don't freeze and charge loss to the game
Started off brand new now I'm a boss in the game
Was a point guard for my squad
Strange
One of the same
I play by rules
I played the Game
So hate the Game
He a Lame
I ain't no lame
We ain't the Same
Chest Wet
I was left in the Rain
I
line dialectic
Dig the perspective
Of an open minded skeptic
Where you're skeptical
Looks don't count
Better off judging by rhymebooks
And share
usually an innocent civilian
Shot by the elevator dead up in the building
I'm illin' of the chill I got
Through my spine last night when I heard the shot
Yeah (aah)
ConTrapBute, fuck with it
All up in the stu with the gang on some video games
Party on the roof saying F the rain
We don't see the rules
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
Only time I was Holden, reading 'bout Caulfield
I'm a gangster minus violence, play by the rules
This life is a game, legality is whack
Return from
rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin
[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better
likkle by likkle
That’s why I’m still playing by your rules
Me I no be false cognate,I won’t play you like French tho!
Omo make I Kawasaki
Make I be your
the lady's just like you. Oh!
What's happening ladies?
What's up wit my lil shorty's.
It's your man Nick Cannon on the beat.
Yeah.
I'm here wit Romeo.
O
come
Lets go
And take this virus on
By the horns
C'mon
Dis virus, bubba
O yeah, dis virus bubba
Don't care you young
You old
You just a kidd
For
to the D.O mother fucking double G
They talk big game
And slander the names
But these people are more hidden then what's under double D's
Hat
They fight
I follow my own rules,
I'm the chaos. Of your disorder.
I'm coming. in full force.
Setting the course.
I'm not from the streets.
I'mma serial
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
was I fooled
By you
Pushed down my guard for you
My world around for you
Yeah you broke the rules
Played the truth
Whose best for you (Who Who Who)
(O
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
turn you on
Where water tastes like wine
Get out your get up and go and get in line
It's living your life in a show by Rodgers and Hammerstein!
O sad
business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
These niggas gettin they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
But you forgot the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they
Just remember the name, kells
Uh, so go and get it, homie
One thing for sure
Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by
Some had bets on the side that she
the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches
They just remember the name kells
Now go and get it homie
One thing for sure I know the block
Ain't
Flossin' diamonds flashin' red beams
My squad like the S.W.A.T. team
Security areas scopin' I'm with the Fourteen
By any means cream rules everything
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
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