Saigon, Statik Selektah - The Rules lyrics
[Saigon, Statik Selektah - The Rules lyrics]
I wrote all them raps cause I was
In jail with nothing to do, my nigga now
That I got things to do, writing raps is
Like last of my priority list statik
Yardfather this is the difference
Between me and them
Check new New Gitty is back in full effect
We the kind that don't throw
Gang signs or claim sets
We one of the few left
That ain't riding the west
Ain't dick sucking the south
You still'll get punched in ya mouth
You ever fuck around, luck buck 'em down
(buck 'em down)
I like the way that sound, luck buck 'em down
(buck 'em down) i'm bucking the fuck out of
This duck knuckle now i uppercut the sucker
The fucker gon' touch the ground
Since two thou, I came with another style
My shit was "sharp-then" just like brother Al
But, I was never rocking a perm
If I was, anything I try to teach
The people not gonna learn
I could try to take the popular turn
Rap about a bunch of bullshit that's
Not really not my concern
Or I could do some old dumb
Shit that come with a melody
Nigga, I know the game
What the fuck is you telling me?
I love this hip hop shit, nigga
You smelling me? How else could a nigga get
Rich with two felonies
I know you really wanna know who's
Comin' through
Leaving bloodstains and residues
Got to pay your dues, baby
You know the rules who's that, yuuuuuu
I know you really wanna know who's
Comin' through
Leaving bloodstains and residues
Got to pay your dues, baby
You know the rules who's that, yuuuuuu
Statik, these flows of niggas is wack man
Y'all niggas flows is dookie
I flip styles like one of them
Old Suzuki's and Sho Kosugi
Burnin' whoever closest to me and
Verbalize meat that ya'll eat
Laying back on the concrete
Rip open your chest and rhyme to ya heartbeat
Niggas can't resist to put the bond first
If I am what I eat
Then I guess that I'm every
Wack lyricist on earth born worse
Couldn't really explain in a song verse
Ask the families of the people I
Put in that long hearse
'09, we flipping this into
Some other different shit real niggas
Come get your certificates if you interested
First off, we gon' build this
Abandoned Nation censorship
Prison don't even mention it
If you ain't experience it
This is some serious shit
Go 'head, think of playing this
See what you saying when it's a
Puddle of blood you laying in
You kidding me? I'm literally the
Epitome of verbal validity
Look, nigga, see what life did to me
Turned me colder than my older raps
Colder than polar caps
Cold as the common cold, perhaps
Without no look back
I used to cook crack, they took that
I learned to jux cats, where the Brook at?
We got this shit locked, put that back
And new Giddy is back in full effect
Fuck around you
Gon' get my hands wrapped around ya neck
Respect to all the kids that's
Still trapped in the 'jects, i'ma rep
Watch how much of this cash I'ma collect
Yep!
I know you really wanna know who's
Comin' through
Leaving bloodstains and residues
Got to pay your dues, baby
You know the rules who's that, yuuuuuu
I know you really wanna know who's
Comin' through
Leaving bloodstains and residues
Got to pay your dues, baby
You know the rules who's that, yuuuuuu
In jail with nothing to do, my nigga now
That I got things to do, writing raps is
Like last of my priority list statik
Yardfather this is the difference
Between me and them
Check new New Gitty is back in full effect
We the kind that don't throw
Gang signs or claim sets
We one of the few left
That ain't riding the west
Ain't dick sucking the south
You still'll get punched in ya mouth
You ever fuck around, luck buck 'em down
(buck 'em down)
I like the way that sound, luck buck 'em down
(buck 'em down) i'm bucking the fuck out of
This duck knuckle now i uppercut the sucker
The fucker gon' touch the ground
Since two thou, I came with another style
My shit was "sharp-then" just like brother Al
But, I was never rocking a perm
If I was, anything I try to teach
The people not gonna learn
I could try to take the popular turn
Rap about a bunch of bullshit that's
Not really not my concern
Or I could do some old dumb
Shit that come with a melody
Nigga, I know the game
What the fuck is you telling me?
I love this hip hop shit, nigga
You smelling me? How else could a nigga get
Rich with two felonies
I know you really wanna know who's
Comin' through
Leaving bloodstains and residues
Got to pay your dues, baby
You know the rules who's that, yuuuuuu
I know you really wanna know who's
Comin' through
Leaving bloodstains and residues
Got to pay your dues, baby
You know the rules who's that, yuuuuuu
Statik, these flows of niggas is wack man
Y'all niggas flows is dookie
I flip styles like one of them
Old Suzuki's and Sho Kosugi
Burnin' whoever closest to me and
Verbalize meat that ya'll eat
Laying back on the concrete
Rip open your chest and rhyme to ya heartbeat
Niggas can't resist to put the bond first
If I am what I eat
Then I guess that I'm every
Wack lyricist on earth born worse
Couldn't really explain in a song verse
Ask the families of the people I
Put in that long hearse
'09, we flipping this into
Some other different shit real niggas
Come get your certificates if you interested
First off, we gon' build this
Abandoned Nation censorship
Prison don't even mention it
If you ain't experience it
This is some serious shit
Go 'head, think of playing this
See what you saying when it's a
Puddle of blood you laying in
You kidding me? I'm literally the
Epitome of verbal validity
Look, nigga, see what life did to me
Turned me colder than my older raps
Colder than polar caps
Cold as the common cold, perhaps
Without no look back
I used to cook crack, they took that
I learned to jux cats, where the Brook at?
We got this shit locked, put that back
And new Giddy is back in full effect
Fuck around you
Gon' get my hands wrapped around ya neck
Respect to all the kids that's
Still trapped in the 'jects, i'ma rep
Watch how much of this cash I'ma collect
Yep!
I know you really wanna know who's
Comin' through
Leaving bloodstains and residues
Got to pay your dues, baby
You know the rules who's that, yuuuuuu
I know you really wanna know who's
Comin' through
Leaving bloodstains and residues
Got to pay your dues, baby
You know the rules who's that, yuuuuuu