FATAL (FATAL HUSSEIN)

FATAL (FATAL HUSSEIN) - I Know The Rules lyrics

rate me

[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

cuz, 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

cuz, 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 cuz

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, yall 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

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