Rules

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken
We got the fit teds on, lookin' all fink
Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' they thang
New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm with Street Life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
That shit that float through water, eyeball come up
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
How the fuck did we get so cool man?

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
Never ever disrespect my crew
How you livin' Street Life? I'm surrounded by criminals
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin' snipers
'Cause I'm hard, hard like a criminal
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu

Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
Never ever disrespect my crew
Payday flash Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
Comin' from the thirty-six chamber
Drop birdies yo

America, together we stand, divided we fall
Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
We can eat right, or we can clap these toys

Sendin' letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom

Never ever disrespect my crew
Bring it to 'em proper, potnah
We live from it, it's the God I-Reelz

Project original, sheisty individual

Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty
Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
Who gets strange, gassed up playin' with flames
Yes yes y'all, the INS bless y'all

Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430
Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
No disrespect, that's where I rest my head
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo
I understand you gotta rest yours true
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'
Battin' average three-five-seven and still hittin'
Who the man behind the World Trade massacres
Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Role call where my niggaz that's one for all
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu

Step up now
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits
Daddy everybody get money from now on
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Comin' from the thirty-six chamber
At home, it's worth money, I adorns
Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball
It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the game
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war

If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu
Peace to Brownsville
Math, let the plate spin
It's Hot Nixon, same team same position

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah

I'm rollin' with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill

And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Yo' wonderful, spark the blillz
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
Nigga my people's dead

Many brothers y'all be sparkin'

Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills
I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin'
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot