2pac - New Rules lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Abyss] Feel the cold wind exit Roman Temple Hang a poster saying the Rapture won't k** you That's a myth everybody know that Pull it off the hip, everybody bag back Backlash got them n***as yelling Kat Stacks Talking sh** behind your back but in your face they saying nothin... Break the silence of exercising the liars who excavate Terrorizing the paparazzi That's watching with no indictment Refusing to tell the world that We rising onto the top And we climbing no slipping Paper Trail yea we winning RIP to Aaliyah What's a wanna be k**a What's the point of a pistol if you a man put ya dukes up Swag as old as Methuselah Cheetah print on my sticker Feel like time flying by I'm just riding her bumper Sinners locate vulnerability, Like there's no spirit inside me Help me bring higher knowledge Less talk, and more physical violence Lust is a sin... Love is within... New rules of society is count your bless sins... Uh Though intentions not enough Yall cringe and be a powerpuff No disrespect to s**ualities The casualties so AP and futuristic Like artistic poetry Paint Mona Lisa no refurbished counterfeits Of aberration type of pleasure desperate to give it up [Kid Abyss & 2Pac] After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later To all the players watch the fly way a n***a played her The b**h is tellin' all her homies, that I can f** her Like no other now them other b**hes wanna bone me I'm under pressure gettin' drunk, somebody help me I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy I see my enemies they creepin', don't make me blast I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherf**ers pa** By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh I put up my middle finger then I dash n***as don't like me cause I'm Thuggin', and everyday [Kid Abyss] I'm a hustla looking to get paid For a lil n***a Ride bigger Shot Pac no Biggie Lmfao I'm returning with my n***a Diggy Talking so negligent Optimistic prerequisites People Judge but fill empathy and w Wisdom into a soul quenching negativity Is powerful beyond measure Can we over come is the one we can't answer Bands will Make her dance On top of the world Dealing silence to all the playas playing beautiful girls ..Then I swerve On the next spot Grid locking prostitutes Want Line after line after line like a blooper shoot Dedicate everything in these songs take it to the roots When history of Hip Hop beef became original But critical When sh** goes down you know what n***as do Running ducking and hiding More times than Tom and Jerry do The rules is stand up And say it with your chest But these n***as bees fake like Lil Kim's chest