Rules & Regulations

My killers don't take out dope fiends, my killers take out factors

My killers ain't even from out here dude

My killers some out-of-town freelancers

Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt

Broccolis up under they belt

A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt

"Forty, there go that nigga

That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"

You mean that soap for that synthetic dope

That ripped me, that shit that was wet kid?

Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'

Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'

See a lot of these niggas bitch up

And crack under pressure when it's time they facin'

Get to bumpin' they gums, rollin' over

Breakin' the rules and regulations

Wild nigga not stickin' to the script

And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life

What jacket? Batch, this jacket,

That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice

That's why we can't be talkin' and bein' all careless on these phones

I know technology now

Allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes

I know all I was tryin' to do

Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of Jordan's

That's important, but you gotta remember

To stay one step ahead of the law enforcement

Be short with all of yo' shit

Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy

Talkin' pig-latin keep you employed

Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies

Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain

Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang

You know what that bring? Ching ching

Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail

Convertible top, black on black interior exterior

He gon' be worth about twelve

Talkin' about you was savin' it for your little nephew to scatter

Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?

Regulation number 1, keep yo' business to yo' lonesome

Regulation number 2, make sure the product you carry is wholesome

Regulation number 3, make yo' cheese, never eat it

Regulation number 4, never put yo' trust in a hoe

(The rules and regulations)

These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations)

Uh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to

Play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed

Always keep a bucket full of battery acid

To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid

That way they can't prosecute your residence

Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence

Tryin' to get a buck, a buck?

A soup pot, a blender and a measurin' cup

In my section eight apartment complex

Messy mattress, and dirty carpets

"Nephew, did you get my message?"

Yeah I got yo' message, you told me to clean up behind myself

And scrape the residue up off the edges

"What else?" Always look over my headrest and my rear view zone

Cause triflin' be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home

Never tell a motherfucker what time you goin' cop or come back through

Throw they ass off a bit, come back within the next day or two

I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team

I don't sell coke no more dude, I sell mescaline

Regulation number 5, when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet

Regulation number 6, fuck 12 and a box ? street

Regulation number 7, don't take yo' business to where you livin'

Regulation number 8, keep yo' heat but fly straight

(The rules and regulations)

Blaow, pushin' numbers on the dial-tone

Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on

Look to my left and ask, honey for a light

She looked at me and said, baby you alright?

I said I'm cool, but ain't this shit supposed to relax us?

Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards

For some strange reason I had a feelin'

That that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky

Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey

Now I'm feelin' sweaty,

Eyelids gettin' heavy,

Stomach feelin' queasy (yawn)

All of a sudden, now I'm slee-py

Woke up naked, slowly regainin' my memory

Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee

Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway

Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah! Right next door to Safeway

Stripped me clean, got me for some G's

Set me up, stole my car keys

Guess that's the consequences when you sellin' that D

Shit, next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with me

Regulation number 9, check in those that get out of line

Regulation number 10, don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen

Regulation number 11, keep yo' hooptie hot and revin'

Regulation number 12, keep enough to pay your lawyer mail

(The rules and regulations)

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