Rules (Explicit)

Lyrics by：P. Charles/Elgin Turner/Corey Woods/C. Smith/J. Hunter/Dennis Coles/R. Bean

Composed by：P. Charles/Elgin Turner/Corey Woods/C. Smith/J. Hunter/Dennis Coles/R. Bean

All you hoes be cryin' for these b***hes

All you n***as be cryin' for these hoes

Both hands clusty

Pullin' out gats

Double barreled

Blew off the burner kinda dusty

We pack chrome TECs

Bring it to 'em proper patnah

Comin' from the 36th chamber

Math let let the plate spin

Many many brothers y'all be sparkin'

Stray shots all on the block that stays hot

If ya f**k with Wu we gots ta f**k witchu

Who the f**k knocked our buildings down

Who the man behind the World Trade massacres step up now

Where the four planes at huh is you insane b***h

Fly that s**t over my hood and get blown to bits

No disrespect that's where I rest my head

I understand you gotta rest yours true n***a my people's dead

America together we stand divided we fall

Mr Bush sit down I'm in charge of the war

Yes yes y'all the I-N-S bless y'all

Stop hearts like cholesterol let's brawl

Never fall tear it down like a wreckin' ball

Role call where my n***as that's one for all

And all for one we draw the guns on impulse

Cash in the envelope spend it on kinfolk

Then smoke a ounce as we count mills

Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills

Y'all know the rules we don't f**k with fools man

How the f**k did we get so cool man

Never ever disrespect my crew

If ya f**k with Wu we gots ta f**k witchu

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills it's all real

We live from the Hills it's the God I-Reelz

Yo wonderful spark the billz

Let me build with the people for the mills

I'm rollin with the rebel I-ill from killa hill peace to brownsville

Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous

Twenty-five to lifers true and livin' snipers

You wait like sixth sense 'til hard to kill

How you livin' streetlife I'm surrounded by criminals

Serial killers tote guns without the serial

High-tech street intellect all digital

Project original sheisty individual

New york's bravest always supply you with the latest

We hall of famers and still hit you with the greatest

Took a year hiatus now you wanna hate us

Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us

Y'all know the rules we don't f**k with fools man

How the f**k did we get so cool man

Never ever disrespect my crew

If ya f**k with wu we gots ta f**k witchu n***a

Sendin' letters to china my cousin in wendy's on viacom

At home it's worth money I adorns

Order drinks all real n***as order your minks yo

We got the fitteds on lookin' all fink

Daddy everybody get money from now on

Payday flash visas livin' like easter e'ryday

Don't f**k benz rather a 430

That s**t that float through water eyeball come up drop birdies yo

We can eat right or we can clap these toys

I'm with streetlife ain't never been a backstreet boy

Who y'all kiddin' tryin to act like my shoe fittin'

Confused with ya head up yo' a*s like who's s**ttin'

It's hot nixon same team same position

Batting average three-five-seven and still hittin'

Y'all still b***hin still lame and still chicken

I'm still here one leg missin' and still kickin'

'Cause I'm ha-a-ard hard like a criminal

Lock like a tennis shoe throw slug to finish you

It's the method man for short mr meth

I can tell this motherf**ker ain't wu look at his neck

Comin' from the 36th chamber

Bring it to 'em proper patnah

Wu tang wu tang

It's wu-tang rushin' yo' gang crushin the game

Pretty thugs clutchin' they chain hand cuppin they thang

Who get strange gassed up playin with flames

Let a n***a take off his shades see what I'm sayin' is

Y'all know the rules we don't f**k with fools man

How the f**k did we get so cool man

Never ever disrespect my crew

If ya f**k with wu we gots ta f**k witchu n***a

I wish the n***a well

Wu tang wu tang

Wu tang wu tang