Testo I know the rule Fatal Hussein

I know the rule

Verse one
I blow'em over wit the club scenetry don, for my nine thousand thugsin the clubs, that love green, one stepbehind Hussin, dogs the don, me and I'mwell bomb on ya kind, like Vietnamagainst all odds, get cha Benz or rocksme and kada, go against all fogdog from jeerz, infotrate all herdsmy last words, who gone blast and servethey told me never say never, but I never stay alivehold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna dieblast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Claypass the tray, pound gripped wit the satinpistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' backrelease me to the care, of my heartless straphung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennesseeto creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industryChorus
I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'emcuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin'at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yackrelax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'emcuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin'at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yackrelax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two
It get's hectic yall, switch the rulesget cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuzya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respectedoutlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connectedfrom the east to the west, back home wit tha vestseen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impresscores ya soul, wit this gold mic molestwhen I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of 'don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' poundedtha 41.
wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identifybitch made niggaz, I got a pointI'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, tostep in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crewhe betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two ChorusVerse three
Secerts of war, we bust if we must plusand handle business, when you jealous playasfuck wit us, turn the party outsoon as they whip the lime beocardy outit's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be outcall me out, picture perfect life, when I live itrun ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minuets in it
Militant minded, combined wit a sentenceall you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constanteven po-nine, they give me mine from a distantmy chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angleaim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game toit's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch timegive me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhymeyall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin'got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildingsclack back the strap, give me that wit the equipmentChorus
To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nationworld wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yackkeepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn
Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggaskeep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop
Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace