paroles de chanson Gun Rule - Masta Killa , U‐God

Yo, yo, yo
Once, once again
Know what I'm saying?

Darkman stay on the street with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule

Me and my man contemplating on these future operations
For night clubs, two four shit packed like cases
I'm nineteen paid young can only get better
Got cheese in the war trying to be enormous cheddar
Fuck a Fugees sweater, stay Wu-Wear fly polo
Pepe jeans new boots kid labeled in solo
Rolled my dolo, killed from the east
Me and Reef left them twenty hour stole four bricks 100 G's

Twenty-five a piece straight in they mind, that's what it's like
Peace to my man Ted who got hit on New Jersey's turnpike
I send a kite, wit a hundred in your money order
Hol' it down in your cage see you back at headquarters
Everything is fine, LA blow spots like land mines
Do the knowledge as I pick seven deadly signs
From the glock that'll make city streets boom dock

The industry is calling me like Cookie wit' rocks
And I can't stop, cocoa plants grow in large crops
Darkman east coast hip hop pad lock
I'm determined to kill the mic like Jews and Germans
Shoot a shell through your chest and leave your rib-cage burnin'
While you smiling I got forty-five to life on Rapper's Island

4950 7, what you dialing, fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutch master
Enter my potential of script it might flash you
Wit' impact, of a two hundred pound wind
See you chased by Wu-wolves wit' no way to escape
Do it from the mouth, crush bones 'cuz this is my house
And I'm prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down south

Darkman, stay on the streets with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule

Aiyyo, I'm hungry like 3 lions starving in a crack house
Wid guns galore taking Jakes to war
Don't challenge the score from here to Van Couver
I stand wit' this Lex Luger stashed in the Couger
Going through you like needles from Phd's
On any demon, drunken wit' 41 thieves
Crack fiends, drug dealers and killers run the block
3 thieves wid' binoculars surveillance to drop

A credit dot, a little Nookie got hit wid' a shot
From a 4-4 calibre government glock in front of the shop
Equivalent to gun galleries, I better keep the eye locked
Show and prove I'm doing G's trying to teach these 100 Gs
If I hol' nines I freaked it
To getting all this money is a ancient Chinese secret
The liquid, LA can sit down like a precinct
I'm flippin' on you MC's for no fucking reason

Darkman, stay on the streets with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap, gun rule

Yeah, you know what time it is
Gun rules, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, word up, yo, yo

I spent about 20 G's on weed as I proceed
To grow up fill my weight 100 G's
Stacking loot, known to kept blood on my boots
Trapacane burning blazing outta fifth hundred coupes
So what you stupe?, I freezin' ya blind to sub-zero
And kept all devil killers like Robert Shapiro
The LA brings action packed heat like De Niro

I'm ancient in this rap, shit king like a Pharaoh
A terror, terminatin' false niggas style
Kill a man, and his woman, MC and his child
Shit is wild, I hold niggas hostage like Riker's Isle
Gotta deceptive, murderous money gettin' smile
I'm the judge while you on trial supreme, Killa Bee
A serpent LA can bite the whole industry

Motherfucker, stay on the streets with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap, gun rule, gun rule

Darkman, stay on the streets with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap, gun rule

Triple darkness, dad
Sing-sing