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Дата випуску: 21.02.2005
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
No Rules |
Throwin flagrants you fakers keep fakin, usin 'bows |
To keep off you haters as the penalties create injuries |
You niggas be killin me with this negative energy |
Sack you niggas like quarterbacks, send you straight to surgery |
(It ain’t no rules!) |
I’ma step when it comes to the game, slip, I’ma dominate |
Fuck ya, if ya wanna hate, injure niggas that’s in the way |
Rules I never heard of them, use 'em and I’m still hurtin ya |
You’s a small area, whole area, I heard of ya |
You gettin neglected plus rejected so expect some chin-checkin |
If you bring it you’ll get total disrespected |
My squad is the money man, Layzie and the henchmen |
Mo Thugs the fam, hot damn like a Van Damme |
Y’all best know, who you dealin with, niggas on some other shit |
We come to get it, move over, we runnin shit (it ain’t no rules!) |
I’m star stu-stu-stuttered like Ruben Studdard |
Keep a German Rueger when I move through public |
Assets with baguettes, I mean you dudes should run it |
Glasses with two tecs, we laugh; a casket, who want it? |
Given distributin them speedknots |
Headlocks, ribshots, leg locks, head shots, follow my plot |
I’ma pop it, feelin my profit, today’s topic, cocked it and popped it |
Fuck it, stop it, in my category that ain’t a option |
Constantly boxin knockin opposin opponents unconscious |
Turn your blue suit to a red suit and use you as a sponsor nigga |
(It ain’t no rules!) |
Aw shit, y’all niggas done bust y’all up |
All of y’all niggas finna get fucked up |
We throwin 'bows at you hoes, ain’t no rules so anything goes |
We Bobby Boucher’n niggas, my hobby be sprayin niggas |
My motto «No playin nigga» so fuck what you sayin nigga |
Up out your mouth you get knocked out |
From the first damn round it’s goin down |
Like Iron Mike Tyson nigga, we knockin your jaw around |
I’m knockin you black and blue, E-M-T is smackin you, Lil' Lay is jackin you |
For everything you got, so give it up or get shot, nigga |
Cause when it come to these streets my niggas roll, we roll deep |
With SK’s and AK’s up in the front seat (it ain’t no rules!) |
So many melodies, better be 'bout the cheddar cheese |
Layzie, E-Mortal Thuggin like criminals is the felonies |
Y’all better be watchin y’all back, off the rip, I come with gats |
Bang bang, do the damn thang, I’m a O.G. nigga handle that (buck buck!) |
With a scandal that I will murder y’all |
Ain’t no rules, I ain’t heard of y’all |
Line 'em up nigga knock 'em down, fuck 'em all nigga serve 'em all |
Bone Thugs to the Harmony, Mo Thug is my Family |
It’s real in the streets, you feelin me? |
We the rawest clique on the planet see |
Forever a menace so put it in Guiness, you better go check my manuscript |
(Motherfuckers) Yeah (c'mon) you better go check my manuscript |