Mathematics - Rules lyrics

[Intro: RZA] All you hoes, be cryin for these b**hes All you n***as, be cryin for these hoes {*scratched samples*} [Ghost] "Both hands clusty" [Raekwon] "Pullin out gats" [Meth] "Double barreled" [Ghost] "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" [Raekwon] "We pack chrome TECs [Meth] "Bring it to em proper, potnah" "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" [GZA] "Math, let the plate spin" [Ghost] "Many brothers y'all be sparkin" [Inspectah Deck] "Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" [Method Man] "If ya f** with Wu, we gots ta f** witchu" [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Who the f** knocked our buildings down? Who the man behind the World Trade ma**acres, step up now Where the four planes at huh is you insane b**h? Fly that sh** over my hood and get blown to bits! No disrespect, that's where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, n***a my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war! [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] 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 n***as 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 ecstasy without pills [Hook: Method Man] Y'all know the rules, we don't f** with fools man How the f** did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya f** with Wu we gots ta f** witchu [Verse 3: Masta k**a] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from the Hills, it's the God I-Reelz Yo Wonderful, spark the billz Let me build with the people for the mills I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from k**a Hill, peace to Brownsville Brothers that'll k** for the will of the righteous Twenty-five to lifers, True and Livin' snipers You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to k** [Verse 4: StreetLife] How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals Serial k**ers 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 [Hook: Method Man] Y'all know the rules, we don't f** with fools man How the f** did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya f** with Wu we gots ta f** witchu [Verse 5: Raekwon the Chef] Sendin letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom At home, it's worth money, I adorns Order drinks, all real n***as 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** Benz, rather a 430 That sh** that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo [Verse 6: Method Man] 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 sh**tin? It's Hot Nixon, same team same position Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin Y'all still b**hin, still lame and still chicken I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal Lock like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth I can tell this motherf**er ain't Wu, look at his neck [Bridge: Meth] "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" "Bring it to em proper, potnah" "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang" [Outro: Method Man] It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang Who get strange, ga**ed up playin with flames Let a n***a take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is.. [Hook: Method Man] Y'all know the rules, we don't f** with fools man How the f** did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya f** with Wu we gots ta f** witchu n***a I wish the n***a well Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang