don't mean shit. I'm from the old school, fool. Layzie: And as you all know, Layzie Bone came to rule. Whenever I'm rollin', keep on lookin' in your
stay high. That why I stay high... I'm holdin onto my soul, but nobody know when all unfolds, then when I go, go. Remember the bad cause all of the good
's why I get high, that's why I get high I'm holdin' on to my soul But nobody knows when it all unfolds Then when I don't go Remember the days 'cause it's all
Caddy On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe, indeed I grieve for the war, what's next? It's all
neighborhood's like a sauna Pistol grippin', insurin' won't nobody run up on us But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em I ain't playin
his shoes Rule number one, don't get it confused I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for
that ole', kill or be killed And here I go again, grabbin' my steel 'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (Run 'em) There come a time in
My life story was Written in blood, permenant ink Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em Gotta think like that 'cause Forever I be needin' 'em Plan flawless, mistakes Never repeatin' 'em
clip, i got a brick me, i did alot of shit, but no scholarship give a crackhead the keys and let em polish it streetlife dont abolish it, they breakin rules
breakin out the 12's Bet I have yo girlfriend shakin out her heels We shakin all deals And chasin all meals Im poppin all over how you haters all feel
slow kill Standing at the bottom looking at the top Hoping that they stop blocking me If I had a day job n-ggers probably stayed back in me See I hate rules
about (Take it all, you need me) Rule 1, better live what you speak bout Rule 2, don't slip when you creep out Rule 3, grab heat when you leave out Rule
' out those jeans Never seen that coming up think you know what I mean When other niggaz tried to holla had to let 'em know Told 'em none of y?all ain
G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze And that'll make 'em
the rain in the summer Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to sleep F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em
, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all y'all