M.o.p. - Breakin' The Rules Lyrics
[billy danze]Yeah, check it out yall. firing squad, nigga. (first family)Yeah, firing squad, nigga. check it out. (first family)The names bill (what up bill? )Ima semi-automatic addict for realBefore you test meKnow I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexyI put you mother*****ers back on the ? rip?Tip and get the split in a niggas shit(aint nothin changed) I take you mother*****ers back to ? 6And get to dumpin off a clip(you know the game) you wanna test me? (you gotta)Let your time be, theres a long line of niggas thats ready to wrongMe, I put my foot down firmlyStick the nose of my gun in some shit that dont concern meAnd most dudes dont like the way I rapThe brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yepBerkuance, (retreat!)I would never be disconnected from these streetsIts deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!)Is to (know when!) to spit fire, nigga *echoes*The rules of the mother*****ing gameChorus: dj premier (m.o.p.)Here it is: ghetto music (rock that!)When it drop, if its proper (cop that!)Cause some cats be fakin the moveIn other words, breakin the rules! (stop that!)We make ghetto music (rock that!)When it drop, if its proper (cop that!)Cause some cats be fakin the moveIn other words, breakin the rules![lil fame]Make way, *****, Im coming throughIm fizzy wo dog, who the ***** are you?Yall niggas be, listenin to that false informationHere your ? -ationThugs know home team from the bk and move niggasRun with them guns bust off like john wooTry to sabatoge the game, ima start somethinTry to sabatoge my name, ima start dumpin!Why do *****ing mother*****ers act like yall dont be known?Fizzy wo, nigga, going for brokeSo when you low, come and hit you with something that giganticAutomatic and will make your ship sink like the titanicNow that I know, that you against meAnd you *click*, you *click*, you against me, tooTell his man, to tell his man, work out another master planCause ima blast a man, what?Chorus[billy danze]Allow me to express my deepest sympathyTo the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penaltyI begged him not to ***** with me (I tried)He didnt listenSo they found his ass missinPut my barrel in the back of his mouthAnd knocked his head out do or dead, nowCold, he actually thought I would foldSo I tore him a new hole, word to niggas soul![lil fame]When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight roundsHoldin my spot down, ima knock down, about eight clownsNigga, dont you ever ***** aroundWith the four-pound tokenBonified thugster (what!) brownsville sluggerEx-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka***** mother*****er! (***** ya)You musta bought a ? in the heartFlinch and ima tear your ass apartCome on, straight like that, niggaFiring squad, nigga. ha-ha-hah. hundred years and runnin. yeah, one ofMy mother*****in men, flipper the ripper. yknow what Im sayin, myNigga city, teflon. firing squad, nigga. for life *echoes* yeah*echoes.*beat to fade*
