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Rules We Live By

アーティスト:Lord Finesse  アルバム:From The Crates To The Files ...The Lost Sessions 

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(feat. Armageaddon, Fat Joe) [Fat Joe] What What Yeah Diggin' In The Crates Terror Squad We the best at this Everybody stealin our style, stealin our flows Stealin our beats Feedin off of us All these fake rappers in the rap game So-called rappers What [CHORUS x2: Armageaddon] Yo, real niggas use what they pull out, hold up, start a shoot out Black out, cool out, then they back out Daily routine, stompin fiends in they spleen, no shorts Ill like Chinatown gangsters, extort the sea port [VERSE 1: Armageaddon] Aluminum-crush a coco, rockin stolen gold of Africa Ill, dressed to kill, a Navy massacre United Nations-sized slinky Benz, lookin like ambassadors King off a roundtable, Glock 9 as calibers Kidnap a senator, free the Rikers Islanders Tell a Sicilian he got nigga in his blood, no jive Terror Squad possessed by the souls of dead Comanche tribes Scalp em, scrape em and rape em, repossess Plymouth Rock Ménage à trois with gogo bitches twice to split on my cock Fire spark the hydro, burn a bush without the pyro Blessed be the only saint I know exist in the Bible What if God was one of us, downin mo' liqor and dust A stranger sellin drugs duckin TNT bust Comin through like an army of nigga rocker gorilla men Terror Squad legacy live the next millennium Iron curtain-styled tanks, gruesome shit that make mother faint That ain't no color paint, ( ? ) New York electrocute, Mississippi don't shoot Tie his neck to a maple, hang him, strange fruit [CHORUS] [VERSE 2: Lord Finesse] I be the all eye seeing (no doubt) supreme being Nigga geein, playin celo, rollin


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