| And what ever it is then that’s what is gonna be nigga
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| Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, Blood In My Eyes
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| Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind’s back right
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| Jerse’s mobbin’these cowards all the time
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| You know gunning them down, Every thing like that
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| Smooth stayin’forty below on these cowards, early nigga
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| Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze
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| Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self
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| Rule’holla at yo’peoples nigga.
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| For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
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| Like when I dropped my first joint making the world Holla
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| I kept it Between Me And You
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| Cause that what real street niggaz do Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely
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| Sometimes I Cry, fo’niggaz I’m a baptized
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| when will they realize I Live It Up cop tha coke sell it and re’it up
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| I’m Always On Time got bitches Memsmerize
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| from the Thug Lovin load the clip
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| cock back the nine, open mouth shove it look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin'
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| When my wild Rule’thuggins, lookin’to get a come up Come on in and catch the angel that’s all in Call me Lord remis’my time, and I’ll arrive with
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| Blood in my eyes
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| That’s what real niggaz do u know
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| We hold it down for each other
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| We don’t waste time we get it done
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| Why not, Why would’nt we, you know
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| That what goes down you know
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| You draw yours, I draw mine
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| Who ever get the drop that what it is The object is to get it done, let’s go it’s nuthin'(Yo)
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| Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it Rule'for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it On the M-I, these niggaz spittin'semi, to get by But never really get right, livin off of the hit I |
| DMX was my dog, but now we just dog fight
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| Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes
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| And I’m hearin’you letting yo’health slide these days
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| And yo lady’s dicked up, and you contracted to aids
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| Who the fuck you callin’gay nigga, must a been talk to Em’and Dre, nigga, pour out a little liqour
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| And rest in peace to Tupac Shakur, cause you let us know
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| that Dre was a queer before
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| And Marshall how dare you use his name in vain
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| Son of a panther, you’ll never understand his pain
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| But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine
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| Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of the game is that man, I guess this world need change
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| so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave
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| Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage
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| Rule’and Gotti america’s most wanted to many.
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| Come and get me!!! |
| (Pretty soon ya gonna pay) |