Rules - Clean歌词
作词 : Bean, Charles, Coles, Hunter ...
All you hoes, be cryin for these ************
All you ******z, be cryin for these hoes
[scratched samples]
"both hands clusty" - ghost, "pullin out gats" - raekwon
"double barreled" - meth, "blew off the burner kinda dusty" - ghost
"we back, don't test" - raekwon, "bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth
"comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth
"math, let the plate spin" - gza, "many brothers y'all be sparkin"
"stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - inspectah deck
"if ya ****** with wu, we gots ta ****** witchu" - method man
[ghostface killah]
Who the ****** knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the world trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane ************?
Fly that ************t over my hood and get blown to bits!
No disrespect, that's where i rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours true, ****** my people's dead
America, together we stand, divided we fall
Mr. bush sit down, i'm in charge of the war!
[inspectah deck]
Yes yes y'all, the i-n-s bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball
Role call where my ******z that's one for all
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin you pure ecstasy without pills
[chorus: method man]
Y'all know the rules, we don't ****** with fools man
How the ****** did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya ****** with wu we gots ta ****** witchu
[masta killa]
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from (?), it's the god i-reelz
Yo wonderful, spark the blillz
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rollin with the rebel i-ill from killa hill, peace to brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers
You wait like "sixth sense" 'til hard to kill
[streetlife]
How you livin streetlife? i'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
Project original, sheisty individual
New york's bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
[chorus]
[raekwon the chef]
Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in wendy's on viacom
At home, it's worth money, i adorns
Order drinks, all real ******z order your minks yo
We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink
Daddy everybody get money from now on
Payday flash visas livin like, easter e'ryday
Don't ****** benz, rather a 430
That ************t that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo
[method man]
We can eat right, or we can clap these toys
I'm with streetlife, ain't never been a backstreet boy
Who y'all kiddin? tryin to act like my shoe fittin
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's ************ttin?
It's hot nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin
Y'all still ************in, still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin
Cause i'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
It's the method man, for short mr. meth
I can tell this mother****** ain't wu, look at his neck
"comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth
"bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth - "wu, tang, wu, tang"
[method man]
It's wu-tang, ru************n yo' gang, cru************n the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang
Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames
Let a ****** take off his shades, see what i'm sayin is..
[chorus]
All you hoes, be cryin for these ************
All you ******z, be cryin for these hoes
[scratched samples]
"both hands clusty" - ghost, "pullin out gats" - raekwon
"double barreled" - meth, "blew off the burner kinda dusty" - ghost
"we back, don't test" - raekwon, "bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth
"comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth
"math, let the plate spin" - gza, "many brothers y'all be sparkin"
"stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - inspectah deck
"if ya ****** with wu, we gots ta ****** witchu" - method man
[ghostface killah]
Who the ****** knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the world trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane ************?
Fly that ************t over my hood and get blown to bits!
No disrespect, that's where i rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours true, ****** my people's dead
America, together we stand, divided we fall
Mr. bush sit down, i'm in charge of the war!
[inspectah deck]
Yes yes y'all, the i-n-s bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball
Role call where my ******z that's one for all
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin you pure ecstasy without pills
[chorus: method man]
Y'all know the rules, we don't ****** with fools man
How the ****** did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya ****** with wu we gots ta ****** witchu
[masta killa]
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from (?), it's the god i-reelz
Yo wonderful, spark the blillz
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rollin with the rebel i-ill from killa hill, peace to brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers
You wait like "sixth sense" 'til hard to kill
[streetlife]
How you livin streetlife? i'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
Project original, sheisty individual
New york's bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
[chorus]
[raekwon the chef]
Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in wendy's on viacom
At home, it's worth money, i adorns
Order drinks, all real ******z order your minks yo
We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink
Daddy everybody get money from now on
Payday flash visas livin like, easter e'ryday
Don't ****** benz, rather a 430
That ************t that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo
[method man]
We can eat right, or we can clap these toys
I'm with streetlife, ain't never been a backstreet boy
Who y'all kiddin? tryin to act like my shoe fittin
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's ************ttin?
It's hot nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin
Y'all still ************in, still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin
Cause i'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
It's the method man, for short mr. meth
I can tell this mother****** ain't wu, look at his neck
"comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth
"bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth - "wu, tang, wu, tang"
[method man]
It's wu-tang, ru************n yo' gang, cru************n the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang
Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames
Let a ****** take off his shades, see what i'm sayin is..
[chorus]
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