Rules Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches 

All you niggaz, be cryin' for these hoes 

Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats 

Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty 

We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah 

Comin' from the thirty-six chamber 

Math, let the plate spin 

Many brothers y'all be sparkin' 

Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot 

If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu 

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 

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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 

Yes yes y'all, the INS 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 

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 

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

We live from it, 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' Street Life? 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 

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 

Sendin' letters to China, 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 fit teds 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 

We can eat right, or we can clap these toys 

I'm with Street Life, 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 hard, 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 

Bring it to 'em proper, potnah 

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

Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' they thang 

Who gets strange, gassed up playin' with flames 

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

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 

Nigga