Breakin’ The Rules Lyrics – M.O.P.
Singer: M.O.P.
Title: Breakin’ The Rules
Yeah, check it out, y’all
Firing squad, n#gg#
Yeah, firing squad, n#gg#
Check it out
The name’s Bill
I’ma semi-automatic addict for real
Before you test me
Know I feel that the impact from a gat
Then it kicks back is sexy
I put you m#th*rf#ck*rs back on the rip
Tip and get the split in a n#gg#’s sh#t
I take you m#th*rf#ck*rs back to 6
And get to dumpin’ off a clip
You wanna test me?
Let your time be, there’s a long line of n#gg#s
That’s ready to wrong me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some sh#t that don’t concern me
And most dudes don’t like the way I rap
The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep
Berkuance
I would never be disconnected from these streets
It’s deep, as the and my
Is to to spit fire, n#gg#
The rules of the motherf#cking game
Here it is ghetto music
When it drop, if its proper
‘Cause some cats be fakin’ the move
In other words, breakin’ the rules
We make ghetto music
When it drop, if its proper
‘Cause some cats be fakin’ the move
In other words, breakin’ the rules
Make way, b#tch, I’m coming through
I’m Fizzy Wo dog, who the f#ck are you?
Y’all n#gg#s be, listenin’ to that false information
Here your [unverified]
Thugs know home team from the BK and move n#gg#s
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabatoge the game, I’ma start somethin’
Try to sabatoge my name, I’ma start dumpin’
Why do f#cking m#th*rf#ck*rs act like y’all don’t be known?
Fizzy Wo, n#gg#, going for broke
So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic
Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic
Now that I know, that you against me
And you click, you click, you against me too
Tell his man to tell his man, work out another master plan
‘Cause I’ma blast a man, what?
Here it is ghetto music
When it drop, if its proper
‘Cause some cats be fakin’ the move
In other words, breakin’ the rules
We make ghetto music
When it drop, if its proper
‘Cause some cats be fakin’ the move
In other words, breakin’ the rules
Allow me to express my deepest sympathy
To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty
I begged him not to f#ck with me
He didn’t listen, so they found his #ss missin’
Put my barrel in the back of his mouth
And knocked his head out do or dead, now
Cold, he actually thought I would fold
So I tore him a new hole, word to n#gg#’s soul
When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin’ my spot down, I’ma knock down, about eight clowns
n#gg#, don’t you ever f#ck around
With the four-pound token
Bonified thugster Brownsville slugger
Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka
b#tch m#th*rf#ck*r
You musta bought a [unverified] in the heart
Flinch and I’ma tear your #ss apart
Come on, straight like that, n#gg#
Firing Squad, n#gg#, ha-ha-hah
Hundred years and runnin’ yeah
One of my motherf#ckin’ men, Flipper the Ripper
Y’know what I’m sayin’, my n#gg# City, Teflon
Firing Squad, n#gg#, for life, yeah
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