No Rules
(Bizzy bone, Layzie Bone & E-Mortal Thugs)
-Layzie Bone-Intro-
Yeah. E-M-T.
-E Mortal Thugs-Chorus-
(It ain't no rules!) Go on fakers, you fakers keep fakin' usin' 'bows to keep off you haters as the penalties create injuries/ You niggas be killin' me with this negative injury/ Sac you niggas like quarterbacks, send you straight to surgery
-PD-
I'm a step when it comes to the game/ Slip, I'm a dominate/ Fuck ya if ya want to hate; Injure niggas that's in the way/ Rules that I never heard of them, you use 'em and I'm still hurtin' ya/ You's a small area, your 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. like hot damn like a Van Damne/ Ya'll best know who you dealin' with, niggas on some other shit/ We come to get it, move over, we runnin' shit
-Chorus-
-Lil D-
I'm star-stu-stu-stu-studdard like Ruben Studder/ Keep a German Rueger when I move through public/ Assets with the gats/ I mean, you dudes sure run it/ Glasses with two Tech's/ We laugh, a casket; Who want it? Givin' the strippin' in them speednots/ Headlocks, ribshots, leg locks, head shots/ Follow my plot, I'm a pop it/ Feelin' my profit/ Today's topic; Cocked it and popped it/ Fuck it, stop it/ In my category, that ain't a option/ Constanly boxin' knockin' opposin' opponents, unconscious/ Turn your blue suit to a red suit and use you as a sponsor, nigga
-Chorus-
-Stew Deez-
Aw shit ya'll, niggas done bust ya'll up/ All of ya'll niggas finna get fucked up/ We throwin' 'bows at you hoes/ Ain't no rules so anything goes/ We Bobby Busheyin' niggas, my hobby be sprayin' niggas/ My Motto: No Playing, nigga/ So, fuck what you saying nigga/ Up out your mouth you get knocked out/ From the first damn round it's goin' down/ Like Iron Mike Tyson, nigga, 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, nigga/ 'Cause when it come to these streets my niggas roll, we roll deep with SK's and AK's up in the front seat
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
So many melodies, better be 'bout the cheddar cheese/ Layzie, E Mortal Thuggin' like criminals is the felonies/ Ya'll better be watchin' your back/ Off the rip, I come with gats/ Bang! Bang! Do the damn thang/ I'm a O.G, nigga, handle that (Buck Buck...) with a scandal that I will murder ya'll/ Ain't no rules, I ain't heard of ya'll/ Line 'em up, nigga, knock 'em down/ Fuck 'em all, nigga, serve 'em all/ Bone Thugs 'N the Harmony, Mo! Thug is my Family is 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 manuscript (Motherfuckers) Heh... (Come on) You better go check my manuscript
-Chorus-
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