"Rules 2 Tha Game" lyrics
(feat. Anybody Killa)
Blazey the homie, ABK
Drive by in the motherfucking house, word am I
See you don't treasure nothing
Unless it has a monetary value to it
Isn't that the way the streets taught us
Even pussy had a price tag?
Even though we was straight hookers
Old ass and headshots on my block every day
Became the cocaine which we got the crack head
Put up walls on your windows if you can't afford it
If not they'll break in, steal your shit, sell your shit, buy shit and snort it
Who knew that the hole was in the toilet?
Yo I kinda had a clue
When my mama sent me to school with a loaded 22
Always told me have a good day
And never pull the trigger without taking the time to motherfucking aim
Aim first, shoot next
Never ask questions
Real street thug this is but another lesson
This is the rules to the game
Because you serve everything, you treasure more when it's gold
There's only you to blame
This is the code of the street
Don't go nowhere without me
I'm the hit if you slip, you're on the concrete
Graduated from the 22
Up to the big boy cock
I remember hearing pop blaring on the boom box
When I thought it out the trunk
It was brand spanking new
Made five hundred cash at the window 22
Do not even remember how the fucked up banks and caps went
Some real tight to a black suit
Kids that thought money might have better
But we even have been
I told them only have friends and all my enemies
And they be kinda chugging like the shit that I was saying was cute
I'm like homie I ain't here to amuse you
I spray business
CIA, cash in hand
You boy shitting like you dumb
You don't understand
Do you want to sell the gun
And is it up for sale?
Listen we stay here staring
Till we both go to jail
Another lesson
You need to know your clientele
Lanes first, blah blahs and be kept what they sell
This is the rules to the game
Because you serve everything, you treasure more when it's gold
There's only you to blame
This is the code of the street
Don't go nowhere without me
I'm the hit if you slip, you're on the concrete
What part of the game are you playing?
What set you claiming?
How long you been down?
How hard you paying?
Hustled on the streets when the block was hot
Back when crack first dropped and I got my spot
Underage, full of rage
Detroit made me gangsta
Quick to pull my pistol
Always ready to shank ya
Some people call me crazy
Well people make me crazy
I gotta be this way, that's how it's raised
Go ahead and hate me
These are the rules I live
And I ain't gonna quit
I'ma keep it killer like I always have a business bitch
So go ahead and hate
I guess we both relate
When it comes to real G's
I can see the fate
So many gangstas out here banging
While so many try to front
The rules of the game
G code ain't never changing
So don't get it all mixed up
The rules of the game
This is the rules to the game
Because you're serving everything, you treasure more when it's gold
There's only you to blame
This is the code of the street
Don't go nowhere without me
I'm the hit, if you slip, you're on the concrete
Drive by in the motherfucking house, word am I
See you don't treasure nothing
Unless it has a monetary value to it
Isn't that the way the streets taught us
Even pussy had a price tag?
Even though we was straight hookers
Old ass and headshots on my block every day
Became the cocaine which we got the crack head
Put up walls on your windows if you can't afford it
If not they'll break in, steal your shit, sell your shit, buy shit and snort it
Who knew that the hole was in the toilet?
Yo I kinda had a clue
When my mama sent me to school with a loaded 22
Always told me have a good day
And never pull the trigger without taking the time to motherfucking aim
Aim first, shoot next
Never ask questions
Real street thug this is but another lesson
This is the rules to the game
Because you serve everything, you treasure more when it's gold
There's only you to blame
This is the code of the street
Don't go nowhere without me
I'm the hit if you slip, you're on the concrete
Graduated from the 22
Up to the big boy cock
I remember hearing pop blaring on the boom box
When I thought it out the trunk
It was brand spanking new
Made five hundred cash at the window 22
Do not even remember how the fucked up banks and caps went
Some real tight to a black suit
Kids that thought money might have better
But we even have been
I told them only have friends and all my enemies
And they be kinda chugging like the shit that I was saying was cute
I'm like homie I ain't here to amuse you
I spray business
CIA, cash in hand
You boy shitting like you dumb
You don't understand
Do you want to sell the gun
And is it up for sale?
Listen we stay here staring
Till we both go to jail
Another lesson
You need to know your clientele
Lanes first, blah blahs and be kept what they sell
This is the rules to the game
Because you serve everything, you treasure more when it's gold
There's only you to blame
This is the code of the street
Don't go nowhere without me
I'm the hit if you slip, you're on the concrete
What part of the game are you playing?
What set you claiming?
How long you been down?
How hard you paying?
Hustled on the streets when the block was hot
Back when crack first dropped and I got my spot
Underage, full of rage
Detroit made me gangsta
Quick to pull my pistol
Always ready to shank ya
Some people call me crazy
Well people make me crazy
I gotta be this way, that's how it's raised
Go ahead and hate me
These are the rules I live
And I ain't gonna quit
I'ma keep it killer like I always have a business bitch
So go ahead and hate
I guess we both relate
When it comes to real G's
I can see the fate
So many gangstas out here banging
While so many try to front
The rules of the game
G code ain't never changing
So don't get it all mixed up
The rules of the game
This is the rules to the game
Because you're serving everything, you treasure more when it's gold
There's only you to blame
This is the code of the street
Don't go nowhere without me
I'm the hit, if you slip, you're on the concrete
