Killarmy - The Rule Lyrics
KILLARMY - THE RULE LYRICSfeat. PoliteYeah yeah..Terrorists, Killa-Arm..Yeah, my squad..What the deal? ..Killa Sin, Shogun the Assassin (you know my team)4th Disciple, 9th Prince, Beretta 9 (yeah)Islord, yo.. yo..[Dom Pachino]What's the deal black man? What's that in ya hand?Whattcha tryna sell us? That supposed to be a gram?Understand; I'm through with the white shitNow I write shit, go in the booth and recite shitHype shit, uhh, tight shit, dynamite shitMake Benjamin Franklin, wanna fly a kite shitWrite shit everytime I recite shitIgnite shit, make the sun shine bright and shitExplosive, have ya best friend notice I'm potentSo nasty, that ya mom dukes wouldn't condone itAutomatic, no static, like a digital componentThe mic; I boned it, love love and then disowned itI'm back, Peurto Rican man from the stackIt's just an island but put my whole team on the mapWe universal, geographical the beat is hurtin youClosin in, on ya weak ass, made for a certain fewWho know, look, listen, observe, and understand WuDamn you, ignorant nigga, I have to can youLift you, from the earth crust, then bodyslam youKeep playin with the cards you was dealt, cuz life's a gamble[Polite]Aiyyo the only thing we promised in this life is deathSo I'ma die for some get high, or one in my chestStay icey no matter what block I'm onSee me hoppin out the whip with my boxers onI'm a part time rapper, full time criminalGet rid of you, robbin you cats is like a ritualI'm here now, niggaz ain't servin meBetter tryna murder me, cuz y'all can't handle me verballyThreat to society, got the feds eye on meBlood's gon' shed if you faggots keep tryin meIt's war dick, throw the four in ya dawg's faceAnd blow the feathers out his mother*****in NorthfaceNigga more money more problems***** that nigga, more money, more revolversAnd I pop off nigga, don't tempt or push meYou are what you eat, in other words - *****![Hook]Aiyyo the rules don't change in the game, only the facesTied up, niggaz get found in strange placesBust shots, dodgin the cops and fed's agentsBodies get recover in lots and dark basementsRules don't change in the game, only the facesTied up, niggaz get found in strange placesBust shots, dodgin the cops and fed's agentsBodies get recover in lots and dark basements[Killa Sin]Live wire brigade, razorblade attire, we raidSpace invade, blazin haze before we sever the stageI'm never afraid, mainly concerned of others outcomeLike (?) the block sales, we put 'em in ya mouth sonWhat we not about, one - games not excusesFurther reference, tighten up the loosen for steppinKeep ya mind on ya money, not mine, nuttin funnyNo smiles, leave you sunny side up, nose runnyNot snot neither, ER screen, we got a bleederDoc need a mop, to clean up the spot when the receive yaNot a hardrock, but a rockhard, and niggaz love thatYou see me in the streets, it's all love, I give the love back[Hook]
