The Rules

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Intro: Saigon] I wrote all them raps cause I was in jail with nothing to do, my nigga. Now that I got things to do, writing raps is like last of my priority list. Statik, Yardfather. This is the difference between me and them [Verse 1: Saigon] Check New New Gitty is back in full effect We the kind that don't throw gang signs or claim sets We one of the few left that ain't riding the west Ain't dick sucking the south You still'll get punched in ya mouth You ever fuck around, luck buck 'em down (buck 'em down) I like the way that sound, luck buck 'em down (buck 'em down) I'm bucking the fuck out of this duck knuckle now I uppercut the sucker, the fucker gon' touch the ground Since two thou, I came with another style My shit was "sharp-then" just like brother Al But I was never rocking a perm If I was, anything I try to teach, the people not gonna learn I could try to take the popular turn Rap about a bunch of bullshit that's not really not my concern Or I could do some old dumb shit that come with a melody Nigga, I know the game, what the fuck is you telling me? I love this hip hop shit, nigga, you smelling me? How else could a nigga get rich with two felonies [Hook: Sample] I know you really wanna know who's Comin' through, leaving bloodstains and residues Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Who's that, yuuuuuu I know you really wanna know who's Comin' through, leaving bloodstains and residues Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Who's that, yuuuuuu [Verse 2: Saigon] Statik, these flows of niggas is wack man Y'all niggas flows is dookie I flip styles like one of them old Suzuki's and Sho Kosugi Burnin' whoever closest to me and verbalize meat that ya'll eat Laying back on the concrete Rip open your chest and rhyme to ya heartbeat Niggas can't resist to put the bond first If I am what I eat, then I guess that I'm every wack lyricist on earth Born worse, couldn't really explain in a song verse Ask the families of the people I put in that long hearse '09, we flipping this into some other different shit Real niggas, come get your certificates if you interested First off, we gon' build this Abandoned Nation censorship Prison don't even mention it If you ain't experience it, this is some serious shit Go 'head, think of playing this See what you saying when it's a puddle of blood you laying in You kidding me? I'm literally the epitome of verbal validity Look, nigga, see what life did to me Turned me colder than my older raps, colder than polar caps Cold as the common cold, perhaps, without no look back I used to cook crack, they took that I learned to jux cats, where the Brook at? We got this shit locked, put that back And new Giddy is back in full effect Fuck around you, gon' get my hands wrapped around ya neck Respect to all the kids that's still trapped in the 'jects, I'ma rep Watch how much of this cash I'ma collect Yep! [Hook: Sample] I know you really wanna know who's Comin' through, leaving bloodstains and residues Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Who's that, yuuuuuu I know you really wanna know who's Comin' through, leaving bloodstains and residues Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Who's that, yuuuuuu