Rules We Live By (исполнитель: Lord Finesse)

[ Fat Joe ]
What
What
Yeah
Diggin' In The Crates
Terror Squad
We the best at this
Everybody stealin our style, stealin our flows
Stealin our beats
Feedin off of us
All these fake rappers in the rap game
So-called rappers
What

[ [bad word]  Armageaddon (2X) ]
Yo, real niggas use what they pull out, hold up, start a shoot out
Black out, cool out, then they back out
Daily routine, stompin fiends in they spleen, no shorts
Ill like Chinatown gangsters, extort the sea port

[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ] [bad word] a coco, rockin stolen gold of Africa
Ill, dressed to kill, a Navy massacre
United Nations-sized slinky Benz, lookin like ambassadors
King off a roundtable, Glock 9 as calibers
Kidnap a senator, free the Rikers Islanders
Tell a Sicilian he got [bad word] in his blood, no jive
Terror Squad possessed by the souls of [bad word] tribes
Scalp em, scrape em and rape em, repossess Plymouth Rock
Ménage à trois with gogo [bad word] twice to split on my [bad word] Fire spark the hydro, burn a bush without the pyro
Blessed be the only saint I know exist in the Bible
What if God was one of us, downin mo' liqor and dust
stranger sellin [bad word] duckin TNT [bad word] through like an army of [bad word] rocker gorilla men
Terror Squad legacy live the next millennium
Iron curtain-styled tanks, [bad word] [bad word] that make mother faint
That ain't no color paint, ( ? )
New York electrocute, Mississippi don't shoot
Tie his neck to a maple, hang him, strange [bad word] 
[ [bad word] ]

[ VERSE 2: Lord Finesse ]
I be the all eye seeing (no doubt) supreme being [bad word] geein, playin celo, rollin demons
Forever schemin, I make it hot like Phoenix
street genius, never thinks with his [bad word] I be the meanest, authentic, afrocentric
In it to win it, I don't talk it, I represent it
The sky's the limit, from the beginning to the ending
Can't knock the hustle especially when the next man's winnin
If money makes the world go round I have it spinnin
Chillin in linen, keepin it real, no pretendin
Never-endin, mind-bendin, stay aimin
I don't player-hate, I simply make others just quit playin
Know what I'm sayin, I'm out to get stacks
I hit chicks with the [bad word] that make dykes wanna switch back
Can you dig that, you got game, money, lounge
I pull [bad word] like cars (How's that?) No money down

[ [bad word] ]

[ VERSE 3: Fat Joe ]
You better slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers died and mothers cried at wakes
These are the breaks, Kurtis-Blow your head off like jake
So take heed and read between the lines
Ain't no geein mines, player-haters never wanna see me shine
Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe
Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes on my way to let's booze
Let's choose what life you rather live
On the streets stabbin kids or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six carats on my whiz
Exotic talkin parrots on my wrist
It ain't [bad word] but , money and [bad word] True thugs bust slugs and pack bodies and bust
What the [bad word]  Joey Crack twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat once Terror Squad attacks

[ [bad word] ]
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