k**a Sin - The Rule lyrics

Yeah yeah.. Terrorists, k**a-Arm.. Yeah, my squad.. What the deal? .. k**a Sin, Shogun the Assa**in (you know my team) 4th Disciple, 9th Prince, Beretta 9 (yeah) Islord, yo.. yo.. [Dom Pachino] What's the deal black man? What's that in ya hand? Whattcha tryna sell us? That supposed to be a gram? Understand; I'm through with the white sh** Now I write sh**, go in the booth and recite sh** Hype sh**, uhh, tight sh**, dynamite sh** Make Benjamin Franklin, wanna fly a kite sh** Write sh** everytime I recite sh** Ignite sh**, make the sun shine bright and sh** Explosive, have ya best friend notice I'm potent So nasty, that ya mom dukes wouldn't condone it Automatic, no static, like a digital component The mic; I boned it, love love and then disowned it I'm back, Peurto Rican man from the stack It's just an island but put my whole team on the map We universal, geographical the beat is hurtin you Closin in, on ya weak a**, made for a certain few Who know, look, listen, observe, and understand Wu Damn you, ignorant n***a, I have to can you Lift you, from the earth crust, then bodyslam you Keep playin with the cards you was dealt, cuz life's a gamble [Polite] Aiyyo the only thing we promised in this life is d**h So I'ma die for some get high, or one in my chest Stay icey no matter what block I'm on See me hoppin out the whip with my boxers on I'm a part time rapper, full time criminal Get rid of you, robbin you cats is like a ritual I'm here now, n***as ain't servin me Better tryna murder me, cuz y'all can't handle me verbally Threat to society, got the feds eye on me Blood's gon' shed if you f*ggots keep tryin me It's war dick, throw the four in ya dawg's face And blow the feathers out his motherf**in Northface n***a more money more problems f** that n***a, more money, more revolvers And I pop off n***a, don't tempt or push me You are what you eat, in other words - p**y! [Hook] Aiyyo the rules don't change in the game, only the faces Tied up, n***as get found in strange places Bust shots, dodgin the cops and fed's agents Bodies get recover in lots and dark basements Rules don't change in the game, only the faces Tied up, n***as get found in strange places Bust shots, dodgin the cops and fed's agents Bodies get recover in lots and dark basements [k**a Sin] Live wire brigade, razorblade attire, we raid Space invade, blazin haze before we sever the stage I'm never afraid, mainly concerned of others outcome Like (?) the block sales, we put 'em in ya mouth son What we not about, one - games not excuses Further reference, tighten up the loosen for steppin Keep ya mind on ya money, not mine, nuttin funny No smiles, leave you sunny side up, nose runny Not snot neither, ER screen, we got a bleeder Doc need a mop, to clean up the spot when the receive ya Not a hardrock, but a rockhard, and n***as love that You see me in the streets, it's all love, I give the love back [Hook]