Saigon - The Rules Lyrics
[Saigon:]I wrote all them raps cause I was in jail with nothing to doMy nigga, now that I got things to do, writing raps is like lastOf my priority listThis is the difference between me and them[Saigon:]CheckNew New Yiddy is back in full effectWe the kind that don't throw gang signs or claim setsWe one of the few left that ain't riding the westAin't dick sucking the southYou still will get punched in ya mouthYou ever ***** around luck buck'em downI like the way that sound luck buck'em downI'm bucking the ***** out of this duck nigga nowI uppercut the sucker the *****er gon touch the groundSince two thou I came with another styleMy shit was "sharp-then" just like brother AlBut I was never rocking a permIf I was anything I try to teach the people not gonna learnI could try to take the popular termRap about a bunch of bullshit that's not really not my concernOr I could do some old dumb shit that come with a melodyNigga I know the game what the ***** is you telling meI love this hip hop shit nigga you smelling meHow else could a nigga get rich with two felonies[Chorus x2: Busta Rhymes "Woo-Hah! "]I know you really want to know who'sComin' through leaving bloodstains and residuesGotta pay your dues baby you know the rules[Saigon:]Ya'll niggas flows is dookieI flip styles like one of them old Suzuki's and shocazukiBurning whoever closest to meThe verbalize meat that ya'll eatLaying back on the concreteRip open your chest and rhyme to ya heartbeatNiggas can't resist to put the bond firstIf I am what I eat then I guess that I'm every wack lyricist on earthBorn worse, couldn't really explain in a song verseAsk the families of the people I put in that long hearstO nine we flipping this into some other different shitReal niggas come get your certificates if you interestedFirst off we gon build this Abandoned Nation censorshipPrison don't even mention it if you ain't experience itThis is some serious shit go head think I'm playing thenSee what you saying when it's a puddle of blood you laying inYou kidding me I'm lyrically the epitome of verbal validityLook nigga see what life did to meTurn me colder than my older rapsColder than polar capsCold as the common cold perhaps without no lookbackI used to cook crack they took thatI learn to jux catsWhere the brook atWe got this locked put that backAnd new yiddy is back in full effect***** around you gon get my hands wrapped around ya neckRespect to all the kids still trapped in the jects'I'm a rep watch how much of this cash I'm a collectYep![Chorus x2]
