Bizzy Bone - No Rules lyrics

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Bizzy Bone - No Rules lyrics

Yeah, E-M-T (it ain't no rules!) [Chorus 2X: E-Mortal Thugs] Throwin flagrants you fakers keep fakin, usin 'bows To keep off you haters as the penalties create injuries You n***as be k**in me with this negative energy Sack you n***as like quarterbacks, send you straight to surgery (It ain't no rules!) [PD] I'ma step when it comes to the game, slip, I'ma dominate f** ya, if ya wanna hate, injure n***as that's in the way Rules I never heard of them, use 'em and I'm still hurtin ya You's a small area, whole area, I heard of ya You gettin neglected plus rejected so expect some chin-checkin If you bring it you'll get total disrespected My squad is the money man, Layzie and the henchmen Mo Thugs the fam, hot damn like a Van Damme Y'all best know, who you dealin with, n***as on some other sh** We come to get it, move over, we runnin sh** (it ain't no rules!) [Chorus] [Lil D] I'm star stu-stu-stuttered like Ruben Studdard Keep a German Rueger when I move through public Assets with baguettes, I mean you dudes should run it Gla**es with two tecs, we laugh; a casket, who want it? Given distributin them speedknots Headlocks, ribshots, leg locks, head shots, follow my plot I'ma pop it, feelin my profit, today's topic, co*ked it and popped it f** it, stop it, in my category that ain't a option Constantly boxin knockin opposin opponents unconscious Turn your blue suit to a red suit and use you as a sponsor n***a (It ain't no rules!) [Chorus] [Stew Deez] Aw sh**, y'all n***as done bust y'all up All of y'all n***as finna get f**ed up We throwin 'bows at you hoes, ain't no rules so anything goes We Bobby Boucher'n n***as, my hobby be sprayin n***as My motto "No playin n***a" so f** what you sayin n***a Up out your mouth you get knocked out From the first damn round it's goin down Like Iron Mike Tyson n***a, we knockin your jaw around I'm knockin you black and blue, E-M-T is smackin you, Lil' Lay is jackin you For everything you got, so give it up or get shot, n***a Cause when it come to these streets my n***as roll, we roll deep With SK's and AK's up in the front seat (it ain't no rules!) [Chorus] [Layzie Bone] So many melodies, better be 'bout the cheddar cheese Layzie, E-Mortal Thuggin like criminals is the felonies Y'all better be watchin y'all back, off the rip, I come with gats Bang bang, do the damn thang, I'm a O.G. n***a handle that (buck buck!) With a scandal that I will murder y'all Ain't no rules, I ain't heard of y'all Line 'em up n***a knock 'em down, f** 'em all n***a serve 'em all Bone Thugs to the Harmony, Mo Thug is my Family It's real in the streets, you feelin me? We the rawest clique on the planet see Forever a menace so put it in Guiness, you better go check my man*script (Motherf**ers) Yeah (c'mon) you better go check my man*script [Chorus]

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