Carlos "6 July" Broady - Gun Rule lyrics

Yo, yo, yo Once, once again Know what I'm saying? [Hook] Darkman stay on the street with a tool For these devil worshippers wit' gats and these ignorant fools Find yourself in the Hudson rocking ce-ment shoes Middle East, Michigan Grand Rap and gun rule [Verse 1] Me and my man contemplating on these future operations For night clubs two four sh** packed like cases I'm nineteen paid young can only get better Got cheese in the war trying to be enormous cheddar f** a Coogi sweater stay Wu-Wear fly polo Pepe jeans new boots kid labelled Asolo Rolled my dolo, k**ed 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 landmines Do the knowledge as I kick 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 k** 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 49507 what you dialling, fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutchmaster 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 cause this is my house And I'm prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down south [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 k**ers run the block 3 thieves wid' binoculars surveillance to drop A credit dot 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 Gs 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 precint I'm flippin' on you MCs for no f**ing reason [Hook] Yeah, You know what time it is Gun Rules, You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, Word Up, Yo, yo [Verse 3] I spent about 20 Gs on weed as I proceed To grow up fill my weight 100 Gs 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 k**ers like Robert Shapiro The LA brings action packed heat like De Niro I'm ancient in this rap sh** king like a Pharoah A terror, terminatin' false n***as style k** a man, his woman, MC and his child sh** is wild I hold n***as hostage like Riker's Isle Gotta deceptive, murderous money gettin' smile I'm the judge while you on trial supreme, k**a Bee A serpent LA can bite the whole industry ..Motherf**er [Hook] Gun rule, Gun rule [Hook] Triple Darkness Sing-sing