M.O.P. - Breakin' the Rules Lyrics

Writer(s) : J. GRINNAGE / E. MURRY / C. MARTIN
Artist: M.O.P. Lyrics
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Album: Track 2 on First Family 4 Life
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Yeah check it out y'all. Firing Squad *****. (First Family)
Yeah Firing Squad *****. Check it out. (First Family)

The name's Bill (What up Bill?)
I'ma semi automatic addict for real
Before you test me
Know I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy
I put you ************s back on the ?rip?
Tip and get the split in a *****'s ****
(Ain't nothin changed) I take you ************s back to â??86
And get to dumpin off a clip
(You know the game) You want to test me? (You gotta)
Let your time be, there's a long line of *****s that's ready to wrong
Me, I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some **** that don't concern me
And most dudes don't like the way I rap
The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep
Berkuance, (Retreat!)
I would never be disconnected from these streets
Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!)
Is to (know when!) to spit fire, ***** *echoes*
The rules of the **********ing game

Here it is: ghetto music (ROCK THAT!)
When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!)
'Cause some cats be fakin the move
In other words, breakin the rules! (STOP THAT!)
We make ghetto music (ROCK THAT!)
When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!)
'Cause some cats be fakin the move
In other words, breakin the rules!

Make way, *****, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the **** are you?
Y'all *****s be, listenin to that false information
Here your
Thugs know home team from the BK and move *****s
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin
Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin!
Why do ****ing ************s act like y'all don't be known?
Fizzy Wo, *****, going for broke
So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic
Automatic and will make your ship sink like the ***anic
Now that I know, that you against me
And you, you, you against me, too
Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan
'Cause I'ma blast a man, what?

Here it is: ghetto music (ROCK THAT!)
When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!)
'Cause some cats be fakin the move
In other words, breakin the rules! (STOP THAT!)
We make ghetto music (ROCK THAT!)
When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!)
'Cause some cats be fakin the move
In other words, breakin the rules!

Allow me to express my deepest sympathy
To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty
I begged him not to **** with me (I tried)
He didn't listen
So they found his *** missin
Put my barrel in the back of his mouth
And knocked his head out do or dead, now
Cold, he actually thought I would fold
So I tore him a new hole, word to *****'s soul!

When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns
*****, don't you ever **** around
With the four-pound token
Bonified thugster (what!) Brownsville slugger
Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka
***** ************! (**** ya)
You musta bought a ? in the heart
Flinch and I'ma tear your *** apart
Come on, straight like that, *****

Firing Squad, *****. Ha-ha-hah. Hundred years and runnin. Yeah, one of
My **********in men, Flipper the Ripper. why'know what I'm sayin, my
***** City, Teflon. Firing Squad, *****. For life *echoes* Yeah


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