Wu-Tang Clan, Streetlife - Rules lyrics

All you, hoes, be cryin' for these bitches
All you, niggas, be cryin' for these hoes
"Both hands clusty" "Pullin' out gats"
"Double barrel"
"Blew off the burner, kinda dusty"
"We pack chrome TEC's"
"Bring it to 'em proper, partner"
"Comin' from the 36th Chamber"
("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")
"Math lets– lets the plate S– Spin"
"Many– many brothers I be sparkin'"
"Stray shots
All on the block that stays hot"
If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you
("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")

Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the World Trade massacres
Step up now
Where the four planes at, huh, is you insane
Bitch? Fly that shit over my hood


And get blown to bit's
No disrespect, that's where I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours true nigga
My people's dead
America, together we stand, divided we fall
Mr bush, sit down, I'm in charge of the war

Yes, yes, y'all, the IN-S bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball
Role call where my niggas 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

Y'all know the rules, we
Don't fuck with fools, man
How the fuck did we get so cool, man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills
It's all real
We live from Baleelz, it's the god, IReelz
Yo wonderful, spark the blill let me build
With the people for the mills I'm
Rollin with the Rebel Iill
From Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the
Will of the righteous twenty-five to lifers
True and living snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" till hard to kill

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

Y'all know the rules, we
Don't fuck with fools, man
How the fuck did we get so cool, man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If you fuck with Wu, we
Gots to fuck with you, nigga

Hey yo, hey yo sendin' letters to trial
My cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home it's worth money higher dons
Order drinks, all real niggas
Order your minks, yo
We got the fitteds on lookin' all faint
Daddy everybody get money from now on payday
Flash Visas, livin' like Easter e'ryday
Now it's, fuck Benz, rather a four-thirty
That shit that float through water
Eyeball come up, drop birdies, yo

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'
Tryna act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up your ass like
Who's shittin'?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and
Still hittin' y'all still bitchin'
Still lame and still chicken i'm still here
One leg missin' and still kickin'
(Cause I'm haaard) Hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe
Throw slugs to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr meth
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu
Look at his neck
"Comin' from the 36th Chamber"
"Bring it to 'em proper, partner"
("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")
It's Wu Tang, rushin' your gang
Crushin' the game
Pretty thugs clutchin' they chain
Handcuffin' they dame
Who get strange, gassed up playin' with flame
Let a nigga take off his shades
See what I'm sayin' is

Ya'll know the rules, we
Don't fuck with fools, man
How the fuck did we get so cool, man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If you fuck with Wu, we
Gots to fuck with you, nigga

I wish a nigga will "Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!"
"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang"