The Rule

Yeah yeah..<br>Terrorists, Killa-Arm..<br>Yeah, my squad..<br>What the deal? ..<br>Killa Sin, Shogun the Assassin (you know my team)<br>4th Disciple, 9th Prince, Beretta 9 (yeah)<br>Islord, yo.. yo..<br><br>[Dom Pachino]<br>What`s the deal black man? What`s that in ya hand?<br>Whattcha tryna sell us? That supposed to be a gram?<br>Understand; I`m through with the white shit<br>Now I write shit, go in the booth and recite shit<br>Hype shit, uhh, tight shit, dynamite shit<br>Make Benjamin Franklin, wanna fly a kite shit<br>Write shit everytime I recite shit<br>Ignite shit, make the sun shine bright and shit<br>Explosive, have ya best friend notice I`m potent<br>So nasty, that ya mom dukes wouldn`t condone it<br>Automatic, no static, like a digital component<br>The mic; I boned it, love love and then disowned it<br>I`m back, Peurto Rican man from the stack<br>It`s just an island but put my whole team on the map<br>We universal, geographical the beat is hurtin you<br>Closin in, on ya weak ass, made for a certain few<br>Who know, look, listen, observe, and understand Wu<br>Damn you, ignorant nigga, I have to can you<br>Lift you, from the earth crust, then bodyslam you<br>Keep playin with the cards you was dealt, cuz life`s a gamble<br><br>[Polite]<br>Aiyyo the only thing we promised in this life is death<br>So I`ma die for some get high, or one in my chest<br>Stay icey no matter what block I`m on<br>See me hoppin out the whip with my boxers on<br>I`m a part time rapper, full time criminal<br>Get rid of you, robbin you cats is like a ritual<br>I`m here now, niggaz ain`t servin me<br>Better tryna murder me, cuz y`all can`t handle me verbally<br>Threat to society, got the feds eye on me<br>Blood`s gon` shed if you faggots keep tryin me<br>It`s war dick, throw the four in ya dawg`s face<br>And blow the feathers out his motherfuckin Northface<br>Nigga more money more problems<br>Fuck that nigga, more money, more revolvers<br>And I pop off nigga, don`t tempt or push me<br>You are what you eat, in other words - pussy!<br><br>[Hook]<br>Aiyyo the rules don`t change in the game, only the faces<br>Tied up, niggaz get found in strange places<br>Bust shots, dodgin the cops and fed`s agents<br>Bodies get recover in lots and dark basements<br>Rules don`t change in the game, only the faces<br>Tied up, niggaz get found in strange places<br>Bust shots, dodgin the cops and fed`s agents<br>Bodies get recover in lots and dark basements<br><br>[Killa Sin]<br>Live wire brigade, razorblade attire, we raid<br>Space invade, blazin haze before we sever the stage<br>I`m never afraid, mainly concerned of others outcome<br>Like (?) the block sales, we put `em in ya mouth son<br>What we not about, one - games not excuses<br>Further reference, tighten up the loosen for steppin<br>Keep ya mind on ya money, not mine, nuttin funny<br>No smiles, leave you sunny side up, nose runny<br>Not snot neither, ER screen, we got a bleeder<br>Doc need a mop, to clean up the spot when the receive ya<br>Not a hardrock, but a rockhard, and niggaz love that<br>You see me in the streets, it`s all love, I give the love back<br><br>[Hook]