เพลง Rules (Explicit)

Rules (规则) - Wu Tang Clan

"Both hands clusty" "Pullin out gats"

"Double barreled" "Blew off the burner kinda dusty"

"We back don't test" "Bring it to em proper potnah"

"Comin from the thirty-six chamber"

"Math let the plate spin" "Many brothers y'all be sparkin"

"Stray shots all on the block that stays hot"

"If ya f**k with Wu we gots ta f**k witchu"

Who the f**k knocked our buildings down

Who the man behind the World Trade massacres step up now

Where the four planes at huh is you insane b**ch

Fly that sh*t over my hood and get blown to bits

No disrespect that's where I rest my head

I understand you gotta rest yours true ni**a my people's dead

America together we stand divided we fall

Mr Bush sit down I'm in charge of the war

Yes yes y'all the I-N-S bless y'all

Stop hearts like cholesterol let's brawl

Never fall tear it down like a wreckin ball

Role call where my niggaz that's one for all

And all for one we draw the guns on impulse

Cash in the envelope spend it on kinfolk

Then smoke a ounce as we count mills

Providin you pure e*****y without pills

Y'all know the rules we don't f**k with fools man

How the f**k did we get so cool man

Never ever disrespect my crew

If ya f**k with Wu we gots ta f**k witchu

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills it's all real

We live from ( ) it's the God I-Reelz

Yo wonderful spark the blillz

Let me build with the people for the mills

I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill peace to Brownsville

Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous

Twenty-five to lifers true and livin snipers

You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill

How you livin StreetLife I'm surrounded by criminals

Serial killers tote guns without the serial

High-tech street intellect all digital

Project original sheisty individual

New York's bravest always supply you with the latest

We hall of famers and still hit you with the greatest

Took a year hiatus now you wanna hate us

Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us

Sendin letters to ( ) my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom

At home it's worth money I adorns

Order drinks all real niggaz order your minks yo

We got the fitteds on lookin all fink

Daddy everybody get money from now on

Payday flash Visas livin like Easter e'ryday

Don't f**k Benz rather a 430

That sh*t that float through water eyeball come up drop birdies yo

We can eat right or we can clap these toys

I'm with StreetLife ain't never been a Backstreet Boy

Who y'all kiddin Tryin to act like my shoe fittin

Confused with ya head up yo' a** like who's shittin

It's Hot Nixon same team same position

Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin

Y'all still bitchin still lame and still chicken

I'm still here one leg missin and still kickin

Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard Hard like a criminal

Love like a tennis shoe throw slug to finish you

It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth

I can tell this motherf**ker ain't Wu look at his neck

"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth

"Bring it to em proper potnah" - Meth - "Wu Tang Wu Tang"

It's Wu-Tang rushin yo' gang crushin the game

Pretty thugs clutchin they chain hand cuppin they thang

Who get strange gassed up playin with flames

Let a ni**a take off his shades see what I'm sayin is