Rules Lyrics by Wu-tang Clan

Rules Lyrics

    All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches
    All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes

    [scratched samples]
    "both hands clusty" - ghost, "pullin out gats" - raekwon
    "double barreled" - meth, "blew off the burner kinda dusty" - ghost
    "we back, don't test" - raekwon, "bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth
    "comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth
    "math, let the plate spin" - gza, "many brothers y'all be sparkin"
    "stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - inspectah deck
    "if ya fuck with wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" - method man

    [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!

    [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 niggaz 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 ya fuck with wu we gots ta fuck witchu

    [masta killa]
    Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
    We live from (?), it's the god i-reelz
    Yo wonderful, spark the blillz
    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 livin snipers
    You wait like "sixth sense" 'til hard to kill

    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


    [raekwon the chef]
    Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in wendy's on viacom
    At home, it's worth money, i adorns
    Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo
    We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink
    Daddy everybody get money from now on
    Payday flash visas livin like, easter e'ryday
    Don't fuck benz, rather a 430
    That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo

    [method man]
    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? tryin to act like my shoe fittin
    Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?
    It's hot nixon, same team same position
    Battin average three-five-seven 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 haaaaaaaaaaaard! hard like a criminal
    Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug 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 thirty-six chamber" - meth
    "bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth - "wu, tang, wu, tang"

    [method man]
    It's wu-tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game
    Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang
    Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames
    Let a nigga take off his shades, see what i'm sayin is..