Breakin` The Rules Lyrics

Breakin` The Rules lyrics

Billy Danze] 

  

 Yeah, check it out y'all.  Firing Squad, nigga.  (First Family) 

 Yeah, Firing Squad, nigga.  Check it out.  (First Family) 

  

 The name's Bill (What up Bill?) 

 I'ma semi-automatic addict for real 

 Before you test me 

 Know I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy 

 I put you motherfuckers back on the ?rip? 

 Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit 

 (Ain't nothin changed) I take you motherfuckers back to ‘86 

 And get to dumpin off a clip 

 (You know the game) You wanna test me? (You gotta) 

 Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas that's ready to wrong  

 me, I put my foot down firmly 

 Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me 

 And most dudes don't like the way I rap 

 The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep 

 Berkuance, (Retreat!)  

 I would never be disconnected from these streets 

 Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!) 

 Is to (know when!) to spit fire, nigga *echoes* 

 The rules of the motherfucking game 

  

 Chorus: DJ Premier (M.O.P.) 

  

 Here it is: ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) 

 When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) 

 Cause some cats be fakin the move 

 In other words, breakin the rules! (STOP THAT!) 

 We make ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) 

 When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) 

 Cause some cats be fakin the move 

 In other words, breakin the rules! 

  

 [Lil' Fame] 

  

 Make way, bitch, I'm coming through 

 I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you? 

 Y'all niggas be, listenin to that false information 

 Here your ?-ation 

 Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas 

 Run with them guns bust off like John Woo 

 Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin 

 Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin! 

 Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known? 

 Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke 

 So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic 

 Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic 

 Now that I know, that you against me 

 And you *click*, you *click*, you against me, too 

 Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan 

 Cause I'ma blast a man, what? 

  

 Chorus 

  

 [Billy Danze] 

  

 Allow me to express my deepest sympathy 

 To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty 

 I begged him not to fuck with me (I tried) 

 He didn't listen 

 So they found his ass missin 

 Put my barrel in the back of his mouth 

 And knocked his head out do or dead, now 

 Cold, he actually thought I would fold 

 So I tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul! 

  

 [Lil' Fame] 

  

 When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds 

 Holdin my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns 

 Nigga, don't you ever fuck around  

 With the four-pound token 

 Bonified thugster (what!) Brownsville slugger 

 Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka 

 Bitch motherfucker! (Fuck ya) 

 You musta bought a ? in the heart 

 Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart 

 Come on, straight like that, nigga 

  

 Firing Squad, nigga. Ha-ha-hah.  Hundred years and runnin.  Yeah, one of  

 my motherfuckin men, Flipper the Ripper.  Y'know what I'm sayin, my  

 nigga City, Teflon.  Firing Squad, nigga.  For life *echoes* Yeah  

 *echoes. 

 *beat to fade