Wu-tang Clan - Rules Lyrics
[rza]All you hoes, be cryin for these *****esAll you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes[scratched samples]Both hands clusty - ghost, pullin out gats - raekwonDouble barreled - meth, blew off the burner kinda dusty - ghostWe back, dont test - raekwon, bring it to em proper, potnah - methComin from the thirty-six chamber - methMath, let the plate spin - gza, many brothers yall be sparkinStray shots, all on the block that stays hot - inspectah deckIf ya ***** with wu, we gots ta ***** witchu - method man[ghostface killah]Who the ***** knocked our buildings down?Who the man behind the world trade massacres, step up nowWhere the four planes at huh is you insane *****?Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits!No disrespect, thats where I rest my headI understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my peoples deadAmerica, together we stand, divided we fallMr. bush sit down, Im in charge of the war![inspectah deck]Yes yes yall, the i-n-s bless yallStop hearts like cholesterol, lets brawlNever fall, tear it down like a wreckin ballRole call where my niggaz thats one for allAnd all for one, we draw the guns on impulseCash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolkThen smoke a ounce as we count millsProvidin you pure ecstasy without pills[chorus: method man]Yall know the rules, we dont ***** with fools manHow the ***** did we get so cool man?Never ever disrespect my crewIf ya ***** with wu we gots ta ***** witchu[masta killa]Yall dogs better guard ya grills, its all realWe live from (? ), its the God i-reelzYo wonderful, spark the blillzLet me build with the people for the millsIm rollin with the rebel i-ill from killa hill, peace to brownsvilleBrothers thatll kill for the will of the righteousTwenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipersYou wait like sixth sense til hard to kill[streetlife]How you livin streetlife? Im surrounded by criminalsSerial killers tote guns without the serialHigh-tech, street intellect, all digitalProject original, sheisty individualNew yorks bravest, always supply you with the latestWe hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatestTook a year hiatus, now you wanna hate usThanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us[chorus][raekwon the chef]Sendin letters to (? ), my cousin in wendys on viacomAt home, its worth money, I adornsOrder drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yoWe got the fitteds on, lookin all finkDaddy everybody get money from now onPayday flash visas livin like, easter erydayDont ***** benz, rather a 430That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo[method man]We can eat right, or we can clap these toysIm with streetlife, aint never been a backstreet boyWho yall kiddin? tryin to act like my shoe fittinConfused with ya head up yo ass like whos shittin?Its hot nixon, same team same positionBattin average three-five-seven and still hittinYall still *****in, still lame and still chickenIm still here, one leg missin and still kickinCause Im haaaaaaaaaaaard! hard like a criminalLove like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish youIts the method man, for short mr. methI can tell this mother*****er aint wu, look at his neckComin from the thirty-six chamber - methBring it to em proper, potnah - meth - wu, tang, wu, tang[method man]Its wu-tang, rushin yo gang, crushin the gamePretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thangWho get strange, gassed up playin with flamesLet a nigga take off his shades, see what Im sayin is..[chorus]
