Eminem - Gun Rule lyrics

[Ca$his] Yeah It's Ca$his, I'm comin, uhh Shady Records n***as, GO! Walkin, with a semi co*ked, flip down any block Get cash, plenty guap, talk hard gettin shot Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped Picture me pistol-free, "Look at me, look at me" And realizing none of y'all is hood as me That's on e'rythang, take six to your frame Your son caught in strays, he gon' die any day Try and act brave, tell the law my name I bet your family won't live to see another day There is no other way, you hearin what I say I got paper now, I can fight the case [Hook: Ca$his] I'm walkin through this concrete jungle Plenty n***as here, ready to mug you, attitude of "f** you!" n***a you ain't been where I'm from fool The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule Walkin through this concrete jungle Plenty n***as here, ready to mug you, attitude of "f** you!" n***a you ain't been where I'm from fool The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule [Ca$his] Like Iraq, C-4 in backpacks You can pull straps but you can't match that Thought you was lord of sh** b**h, why you let him snitch? Put the gun in your hand, now we can settle it Put it up, to his head, I can't do it for ya You, be the trigger man, k** your own brother See, how it feels when he drops, and he bleeds I handed you heat, it was your op-tion to squeeze Drop, to your knees, look at me, and believe There's only one way to get out of this thing Barrel aimed at your face, co*k back, fire straight Now at least neither one of us'll catch a murder case [Hook] [Ca$his] Flyin down the 5, flicked out, gettin high Jump off on Lincoln, roll through, Anaheim Rush, of a homicide, races, through my mind Not commit, any crime anywhere, anytime Stick, n***as for they shine, yeah, you been on the grind Yeah, take your j**elry off and pa** it to me, it's mine Cohort, me and my cohorts on codeine Conspire and rioting, robbin n***as for more cream Step on work, eighth by eighth Six points off a quarter n***a, stretch that cake I ain't chillin on the corner, you fall in your order For eightballs and nope, I ain't holdin nothin short, yeah [Hook] [Ca$his] We live by gun rule! Shady Records n***a I'm ridin through to Annis{?} With my forks up folk, G's up!