Know the Rules

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G & Joey BadA$$] Statik Selektah Y'all know the rules Y'all know the rules (Peep the repertoire) From BK Y'all know the rules Y'all know the rules Y'all know the rules From BK (Uh Check, check) [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] It be the nights like this that make me question his name And it's sights like this that make me question the fame Feeling like, I'm the only one who destined to blame Never be testing my faith, so I ain't resting today They don't like to see sunshine They'd rather see sundown or the nightfall Pray that he might fall, just like all Before his time and presence Before his prime and essence really stepping But fuck it, we stepping, repping Beast Coast On the West End Hoes be impressed with his entrance And the valet's parking just to spark up your interest Let's just enter all types of keys and postures Ima keep it G, 'til you give me G responses Don't worry, I gotcha, I'm here for you conscious I'm all upright in your bitch concha Shit get deep like conches said They can't see me switch your consciousness Nigga Kirk hit me up like "What's the plans, my nigga?" We all trying to eat, but they don't understand, my niggas Trying to see figures way bigger than that minimum wage shit We winners for days, but it's in the sinister phase Now my life got stamina ways, to sin on my plates If I ain't reading a script, I'm reading ya bitch Don't trip, I see the signs she be eyeing me She know who I am so she be eyeing me But she don't get the IMG, nor the irony To prove you ain't as high as me I like these blunts Siamese 'Til we airborne riding on herb shuttles Don't try to rebuttal I rap in puzzles like rap's Rapunzel Ima be here long, niggas ain't know Introduce you to the show Let me show you how to roll When you fucking with the Pro [Hook] Y'all know the rules Y'all know the rules Y'all know the rules [Verse 2: Kirk Knight] And I said We not kids But we suited for family ties My eye tear through the leather of why 808's, knocking as the temple of my heart When we robbed that girl for an iPhone Man, I wish I ain't start To work hard Then my head honchos oversee masses Just to see an oversea master, with disaster In the night, royal flush with the microphone Fuckin’ with the metronome Made me holler like silicone See my girl slip for the (?) Like how much years of work? All the time that my body is shook All the time in the ER Thinking 'bout the E's and R's we picked up We could probably use a fuckin’ see or saw Girls can be on the war like Christ do I don't need a movie A ray, or a pistol And yeah i'm pissed too Ready, ignite like a crystal Fuck being lyrical All niggas is making doubles But they not feeling you [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. & CJ Fly] Y'all know the rules (Check) Y'all know the rules (Yo, Yo) Y'all know the rules [Verse 3: CJ Fly] Check, Check I'd rather live my life right than to be dead wrong Never left, so I'm guessing right I had my head on Then I wasn't getting gassed like Exxon One basket, would I know to never put all of my eggs on? Never meant to leave, what mentally Been rich in mine Some time I spent for free [plus I was?] sent to read Led me to believe I've been alive for some centuries We're spitting heavenly, on the memory of STEEZ Won't ever quit but no one knows all I've been through Supplied your mind with food for thought Your choice what you feed into Sometimes I wonder how to even stomach it Hit a couple licks of a guilty conscience Take the lotion off your mother's skin On some other shit, fell down like I fell from the top And had dropped and kept plummeting And I don't know how I do it Know how I keep on making songs and music Eye do it for you... [Outro] Y'all know the rules Y'all know the rules Y'all know the rules From BK