There's no one to blame I'd prefer it wasn't me I don't chase fools or make rules Saying you and me are meant to be No, no, no, no, no ... Said it in basic
pops and so much candy you would think it was sweet shops Now I gone an done shows with Jigga, smoked with Juvey,hooked up wit Ja Rule and felt some
powerless devoured in the matrix Of politics, pimps and glass pipesa?¦ From gun blast and flickin off blunt asha?¦the cash heist The fast lifea?¦ where the have-nots rule
run We squeeze triggers (Ahh haa) And leave niggas dead for the stacks Slumped over, head in they lap Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse Basically
I think that's quite foul How is that? I wore a Lifestyle Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today Watch out for games that these females play 'Cause some break the rules
I wanted right here niggaz "This the nahsumeanuheard......... nahsumeanuheard It's off the yellsobob "it's off the yellsobob for real" Goin to live my life man Stop hating on us.."rule
, dat ferrari flew past me, So fast a nigga don't know limits, Had a bad bitch in it, I can't see da boy tinted, Get the money then spin it, break rules
We made it easy to trace it We back with the basics It's hard to replace it You know exactly what it is Uh, M dot, O dot, we still hard with it Yo' block
streets with heat, we don't talk 'Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark When light would shine from the heavens And bless one, Ja Rule
Uh, uh, yeah, we back up in this motherfucker Murder INC, ha ha I go by the name of the rule, you know Got my nigga Chink Santana in the house My nigga
Listening tip-toed at the door to hear Someone outside won't speak the year Then, they'll slip a note out how they feel about pierced ear-lobes But the rules
rap budget does not allow Why you laughin, I don't see nothing funny Pull back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20 That is the basics Quik and I we run
ya holla backk -Equipto with g stacks baby bubble of 50 this dedicated to those who hustlin with me shit i came clean to get back to the basics from
headed balling lunatics Crucifix hanging from the rear view mirror Oh the ride when we slide, I am your superior [Chorus x2] Haha Yeah So that's basically
re on the right track Now where do we go from here? Sick and tored of worthless statements Pissed off with the same old songs You stuff your moral rule
the red lust Through the speed of light we move in hellish rapture Ignoring the rules of compassion made by mortals Denying life, back to bestial basics
and my chain be bangin the mic so I don't got on no jewels I'm so hot and I done told you You aint no kiddin to me so basically I don't know you You