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letra de u know the rules - big sad 1900

[intro]
n-gga do, like what n-gga do, like wat the f-ck?
(i’ll teach you my recipe)
you know the rules though
you know the rules (man)
on god
you know the rules
yeah

[chorus]
n-ggas politick on me, what i done did for this sh-t (yeah)
i’m politickin’ back like, “you ain’t slid for this sh-t”
n-gga you ain’t k!lled no homies, y’all can’t k!ll the innocent
they know we come and stand over n-ggas, raised different
n-gga think his chain hittin’, i ain’t even notice you
my b-tch bust plays, catch dates, do what she ‘posed to do
n-gga clutchin’, playing gangster, we gon’ put you on the news
it’s on sight when we bump, n-gga, and you know the rules

[verse 1]
yеah, look
n-gga know it’s f-ck the cops, n-gga know it’s f-ck the opps
if we catch thе homies chillin’ with ’em, everybody get shot
n-ggas know i done a lot, n-ggas know i spun the blocks
we take all the smoke in the city until our lungs rot
free seasick, he known for gettin’ at the suckers
puttin’ sh-t to sleep about this beat, that’s on my mother
terrorizin’ west la, had them n-ggas tryna duck us
y’all runnin’ with the suckers, tryna tell them n-ggas f-ck us
never attach my name to the b-tch, n-gga, i don’t love these hoes
keep the b-tch down on g street down to figueroa
n-ggas tryna knock me for my b-tch, wearin’ hollow gold
left your home to live in a motel, b-tch, you h-lla bold
n-ggas always talkin’ on my name like they don’t like a n-gga
pick your gun up or come down and come and fight a n-gga
shoutout to them b-tches, when police comme, they gon’ hide a n-gga (uh-huh)
money on my book, she come visit and she write a n-gga
[chorus]
politick on me, what i done did for this sh-t
politickin’ back like, “you ain’t slid for this sh-t”
n-gga you ain’t k!lled no homies, y’all can’t k!ll the innocent
they know we come and stand over n-ggas, raised different
n-gga think his chain hittin’, i ain’t even notice you
my b-tch bust plays, catch dates, do what she ‘posed to do
n-gga clutchin’, playing gangster, we gon’ put you on the news
it’s on sight when we bump, n-gga, and you know the rules

[verse 2]
yeah, look
put my city on, we about to get some millions
some n-ggas don’t like me, some n-ggas in they feelings
make sure you n-ggas ate, y’all kind of like my children
take money for the war, tell me how y’all livin’
in the studio with fifty thousand on me and the stick on me
always made my own plate, i ain’t need no big homie (nah)
always sippin’ drank and poppin’ percs, i can’t get lonely
i can’t give my love to no b-tch and watch her dip on me
big dog, know i’m steppin’, n-gga, if i need to
how you a big dog, and when it’s war, we don’t see you?
on top of that, n-ggas around the way don’t wanna be you
n-ggas dap me up and shake my hand like they my people
y’all n-ggas f-ckin’ with that meth, got your mind gone
n-ggas still dyin’ for these hoes, that sh-t is mind-blowing
still’ll bust a whole thing down and get my grind on
all my n-ggas bustin’ down they wrist to get they shine on
[chorus]
politick on me, what i done did for this sh-t
politickin’ back like, “you ain’t slid for this sh-t”
n-gga you ain’t k!lled no homies, y’all can’t k!ll the innocent
they know we come and stand over n-ggas, raised different
n-gga think his chain hittin’, i ain’t even notice you
my b-tch bust plays, catch dates, do what she ‘posed to do
n-gga clutchin’, playing gangster, we gon’ put you on the news
it’s on sight when we bump, n-gga, and you know the rules

- big sad 1900

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