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I Know The Rule Lyrics - Singles - Fatal

Verse one 

I blow'em over wit the club scene 

Try don, for my nine thousand thugs 

In the clubs, that love green, one step 

Behind hussin, dogs the don, me and i'm 

Well bomb on ya kind, like vietnam 

Against all odds, get cha benz or rocks 

Me and kada, go against all fog 

Dog from jeerz, infotrate all herds 

My last words, who gone blast and serve 

They told me never say never, but I never stay alive 

Hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die 

Blast pass, ya half ass, staff like casses clay 

Pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin 

Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back 

Release me to the care, of my heartless strap 

Hung over from hennessy, wit a menace in tennessee 

To creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry 

 

Chorus 

I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em 

'cause, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' 

At the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yack 

Relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks 

 

I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em 

'cause, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' 

At the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yack 

Relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks 

 

Verse two 

It get's hectic yall, switch the rules 

Get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down 'cause 

Ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected 

Outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected 

From the east to the west, back home wit tha vest 

Seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress 

Cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest 

When I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? 

Don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded 

Tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify 

Bitch made niggaz, I got a point 

I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya c.e.o, to 

Step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew 

He betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two 

 

Chorus 

 

Verse three 

Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus 

And handle business, when you jealous playas 

Fuck wit us, turn the party out 

Soon as they whip the lime beocardy out 

It's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out 

Call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it 

Run ya part of town like emmitt, only five minutes in it 

Militant minded, combined wit a sentence 

All you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant 

Even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant 

My chain dangle, hold the henny on a strange angle 

Aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to 

It's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time 

Give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme 

Yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' 

Got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings 

Clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment 

 

Chorus 

 

To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation 

World wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that yack 

Keepin' it real, y'all know who it go dowwnnnnnnn 

Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas 

Keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop 

Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace