Gun Rule

Yo, yo, yo

Once, once again

Know what I'm saying?

Chorus:

Darkman stay on the street with a tool

For these devil worshippers wit' gats and these ignorant fools

Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes

Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule

Verse 1:

Me and my man contemplating on these future operations

For night clubs two four shit packed like cases

I'm nineteen paid young can only get better

Got cheese in the war trying to be enormous cheddar

Fuck a Fugees sweater stay Wu-Wear fly polo

Pepe jeans new boots kid labelled in solo

Rolled my dolo, killed from the east

Me and Reef left them twenty hour stole four bricks 100 G's

Twenty-five a piece straight in they mind that's what it's like

Peace to my man Ted who got hit on New Jersey's turnpike

I send a kite, wit a hundred in your money order

Hol' it down in your cage see you back at headquarters

Everything is fine LA blow spots like landmines

Do the knowledge as I kick seven deadly signs

>From the glock that'll make city streets boom dock

The industry is calling me like Cookie wit' rocks

And I can't stop, cocoa plants grow in large crops

Darkman east coast hip hop pad lock

I'm determined to kill the mic like Jews and Germans

Shoot a shell through your chest and leave your rib-cage burnin'

While you smiling I got forty-five to life on Rapper's Island

49507 what you dialling, fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutchmaster

Enter my potential of script it might flash you,

Wit impact, of a two hundred pound wind,

See you chased by Wu-wolves wit' no way to escape

Do it from the mouth, crush bones cause this is my house

And I'm prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down south

Chorus

Verse 2:

Aiyyo, I'm hungry like 3 lions starving in a crack house

Wid guns galore taking Jakes to war

Don't challenge the score from here to Van Couver

I stand wit' this Lex Luger stashed in the Couger

Going through you like needles from Phd's

On any demon, drunken wit' 41 thieves,

Crack fiends drug dealers and killers run the block

3 thieves wid' binoculars surveillance to drop

A credit dot little Nookie got hit wid' a shot

>From a 4-4 calibre government glock in front of the shop

Equivalent to gun galleries I better keep the eye locked

Show and prove I'm doing Gs trying to teach these 100 Gs

If I hol' nines I freaked it,

To getting all this money is a ancient Chinese secret

The liquid, LA can sit down like a precint

I'm flippin' on you MCs for no fucking reason

Chorus

Yeah, You know what time it is

Gun Rules, You know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, Word Up, Yo, yo

Verse 3:

I spent about 20 Gs on weed as I proceed

To grow up fill my weight 100 Gs

Stacking loot, known to kept blood on my boots

Trapacane burning blazing outta fifth hundred coupes

So what you stupe?, I freezin' ya blind to sub-zero

And kept all devil killers like Robert Shapiro

The LA brings action packed heat like De Niro

I'm ancient in this rap shit king like a Pharaoh

A terror, terminatin' false niggas style

Kill a man, his woman, MC and his child

Shit is wild I hold niggas hostage like Riker's Isle

Gotta deceptive, murderous money gettin' smile

I'm the judge while you on trial supreme, Killa Bee

A serpent LA can bite the whole industry

..Motherfucker

Darkman stay on the streets wit' a tool

For these devil worshipping gat slingers and ignorant fools

Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes

Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule

Gun rule, Gun rule

Chorus

Triple Darkness

Sing-sing