P.R. TERRORIST

P.R. TERRORIST - The Rules lyrics

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(feat. Chi Chi)

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]

Yeah, Tera Iz Him, the Ramadan, yeah

Here it come...

[P.R. Terrorist]

Aiyo, I stay in hostility, make sure y'all crab niggas be feelin' me

Unload your clip, I'm Teflon Don, it ain't no killin' me

I'm on the block, 1 A.M., coppin' a felony

The raw way, on Broad Street in broad day

Display my sword play, like a Broadway play left in the doorway

Half cocked, your gun didn't jam, you had it on lock

Should've learned, how to work that shit, before you shot at the

Career criminal, burners tucked near my testicle

Identical, g sag off my ass ready to finish you

For fuckin' up, not sayin' your shots would've hit me

Cuz your ass is too shook, and your trigger finger is shifty

If I go, the whole world go, you comin' with me

Nasty taste, dirt on my face, gun on my waist

Make a shooting range out of the place, about face

Crime capital, givin' ya'll niggas somethin' to clap to

Return of the Six Man Wettin', held at the chapel

Incarcerated, mentally shackled, they wanna trap you

Dust you off, dumped in the ocean, the sharks attack you

Left alone in a dark room, my mic grapple

Just a sample of what I can do on the L.P.

My C.D., a hologram picture visionin' 3D

You see me on the streets in 2G, that means they clone me

The devil tried, but I rebel, he wanna own me

Don't say peace, your ass is confused, you're fuckin' phony

You're analog, my catalog's digital, like a Sony sound system

I hit 'em and twist 'em, then dismiss 'em

Terrorist, expodition, new jack, play your position

[Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist]

The moves niggas make, the rules niggas break

The lives niggas take, your lives are at stake

Wit plans to expand, we rise just like a cake

Be wise, look deep in to the eyes and tell a snake

[Hook x2: Chi Chi]

The moves, the moves, niggas make

The rules, the rules, niggas break

The lives, the lives, that they take

Their lives, their lives, are at stake

[P.R. Terrorist]

Yo, I'm like The Last Man Standing, pawn, weld in the cannon

He's exhausted, explainin' to me, I shouldn't have forced it

You're damn right, that's why I left you hot in your pipe

Rookie cadets, all upset, tryin' to vanish my stripes

It's get me hype, just the thought of them, trynna take my life

Then run North, vacate the sight, like a thief in the night

It's kinda sickening, thinkin' of your self as the victim

That's why I'm standin' here, niggas in suds and blood drippin'

Rarely confused, cuz I ain't got Nothing to Lose

I seen cats crippled and dead, cuz friends that they choose

Broadcastin' live on the ten o'clock news

Anyway, who's to say, it can't happen to you?

But you a thug, wit a color, or a crew tattoo

All the same, when the barrel of flames pointed at you

Hollow points'll leave double jointed, and black and blue

When the scar heal up, and you got no cousin Phillip

And your other man got hit, can't feel from his waist up

In a wheelchair, gettin' wheeled around

All because, he didn't know how to react when he heard the sound

These are the rules...

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: Chi Chi]

The moves, the moves, niggas make

Those rules, those rules, niggas break

The moves, the moves, those rules, those rules...

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