Fatal - I Know The Rule Lyrics
Verse oneI blowem over wit the club sceneTry don, for my nine thousand thugsIn the clubs, that love green, one stepBehind hussin, dogs the don, me and imWell bomb on ya kind, like vietnamAgainst all odds, get cha benz or rocksMe and kada, go against all fogDog from jeerz, infotrate all herdsMy last words, who gone blast and serveThey told me never say never, but I never stay aliveHold me, look in my eyes, say Im never gonna dieBlast pass, ya half ass, staff like casses clayPass the tray, pound gripped wit the satinPistol packin fresh out of jail, I aint goin backRelease me to the care, of my heartless strapHung over from hennessy, wit a menace in tennesseeTo creep like, burglars heraldin all you suckas in the industryChorusI know the rules, you all tryin to changeemCuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontinAt the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yackRelax, tat it down, jus dyin to go out wit macksI know the rules, you all tryin to changeemCuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontinAt the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yackRelax, tat it down, jus dyin to go out wit macksVerse twoIt gets hectic yall, switch the rulesGet cha tools, my motor for runnin down cuzYa ***** inproved, reelected as any, as respectedOutlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connectedFrom the east to the west, back home wit tha vestSeen it all and still ball, a dog you cant impressCores ya soul, wit this gold mic molestWhen I blowem aint nothin less, drinkin in front of ?Dont get prayed over and laid, picked from bein poundedTha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify***** made niggaz, I got a pointIm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya c.e.o, toStep in the streets, steadily infectin ya crewHe betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two<echoes>ChorusVerse threeSecerts of war, we bust if we must plusAnd handle business, when you jealous playas***** wit us, turn the party outSoon as they whip the lime beocardy outIts all we out, been up all night, when the guards be outCall me out, picture perfect life, when I live itRun ya part of town like emmitt, only five minutes in itMilitant minded, combined wit a sentenceAll you fake thug niggas, ya crimes aint constantEven po-nine, they give me mine from a distantMy chain dangle, hold the henny on a strange angleAim and bang you, who the ***** you tryin run ya game toIts crunch time, Im servinem when its lunch timeGive me mines, stealin ya hoe, and Ill throw just one rhymeYall niggas squealin, my thuggs is still dealinGot niggas hittin the ceilin, on them fiffty story buildingsClack back the strap, give me that wit the equipmentChorusTo all my thuggs, all around the mutha*****in county nationWorld wide, keep on sittin in the back, wit that yackKeepin it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnnFatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggasKeep it comin, none mutha*****in stopKadafi rest in peace, my nigga pac rest in peace
