Rules

[RZA]

All you hoes be cryin' for these bitches

All you niggas be cryin' for these hoes

[Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & Method Man]

"Both hands clusty", "Pullin' out gats"

"Double-barrel", "Blew off the burner, kinda dusty"

"We pack chrome TEC's", "Bring it to 'em proper, partner"

"Comin' from the 36th Chamber"

("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")

[GZA, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck & Method Man]

"Math lets— lets the plate S— Spin"

"Many— many brothers I be sparkin'"

"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot"

If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you

("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?

Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now

Where the four planes at, huh, is you insane, bitch?

Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits

No disrespect, that's where I rest my head

I understand you gotta rest yours true nigga, my people's dead

America, together we stand, divided we fall

Mr. Bush, sit down, I'm in charge of the war

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]

Yes, yes, y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all

Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl

Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball

Role call, where my niggas that's one for all?

And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse

Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk

Then smoke a ounce as we count mills

Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills

[Chorus: Method Man]

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man

How the fuck did we get so cool, man?

Never ever disrespect my crew

If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real

We live from Baleelz, it's the god, I-Reelz

Yo wonderful, spark the blill; let me build

With the people for the mills; I'm rollin' with the Rebel I-ill

From Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville

Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous

Twenty-five to lifers, true and living snipers

You wait like "Sixth Sense" till hard to kill

[Verse 4: Streetlife]

How you livin', Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals

Serial killers tote guns without the serial

High tech street intellect, all digital

Project original, sheisty individual

New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest

We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest

Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us

Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us

[Chorus: Method Man]

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man

How the fuck did we get so cool, man?

Never ever disrespect my crew

If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga

[Verse 5: Raekwon]

Hey yo, hey yo

Sendin' letters to trial, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom

At home it's worth money; higher dons

Order drinks, all real niggas order your minks, yo

We got the fitteds on lookin' all faint, daddy

Everybody get money from now on; payday

Flash Visas, livin' like Easter e'ryday

Now it's, fuck Benz, rather a four-thirty

That shit that float through water

Eyeball come up, drop birdies, yo

[Verse 6: Method Man & Wu-Tang Clan]

We can eat right, or we can clap these toys

I'm with Streetlife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy

Who y'all kiddin', tryna act like my shoe fittin'

Confused with your head up your ass like, who's shittin'?

It's Hot Nixon, same team, same position

Battin' average 3-5-7 and still hittin'

Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken

I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin'

('Cause I'm haaard) Hard like a criminal

Love like a tennis shoe, throw slugs to finish you

It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth

I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck

"Comin' from the 36th Chamber"

"Bring it to 'em proper, partner"

("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")

It's Wu-Tang, rushin' your gang, crushin' the game

Pretty thugs clutchin' they chain, handcuffin' they dame

Who get strange, gassed up playin' with flame

Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is…

[Chorus: Method Man]

Ya'll know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man

How the fuck did we get so cool, man?

Never ever disrespect my crew

If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga

[Outro: Streetlife & Wu-Tang Clan]

I wish a nigga will

"Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!"

"Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!"