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They hollin about
Rule n***a
Here's the real
I'll pop ya top like
Champagne
bottles that chill
Nothing but ice smiles
tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em I'm nice too
plus push them
nice grooves
The Inc roll like
duece man
I'm ol' G Bobby J
And we sling at
soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that
don't get your minds
around you'll get it
pushed back y'all
don't want that
Send em to the morgue
while keepin my b****es
bouncin fo sho In Da Club
with no gun got em
taking it off
I'm the n***a that puts it
down once I hit that that's
if I'm up in the May
Fasten them holding
the throwback
West forty-four Lakers
Let's make no mistakes
resents take place
What's the procedure
with a gun in your face
When you got one in your
waist let's cock back
n***a air out the space
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Rule be In Da Club rude
m**********r poppin
the bubbly
When s**t get ugly
I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see
your b****es dancin'
on some freak s**t
trying to ride my d**k
I can't handle it lower
their manners to get they
a** in front of my d**k
to dance the b***h
want more chance
Catching hate from a
glance but I'm a giant
These n****z is mere
ants I'll stomp em
wit his thang
Give b****es the back
hand pimp s**t it's not
realistic the game is
helpless let's not get
it twisted
Young black and gifted
but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere
between Gomorrah
and Soddom
I'm here to make this
rap s**t hotter
than Harlem
F**k the Dog beware
of Rule cause I'm
the problem
What's the procedure
with a gun in your face
When you got one in your
waist let's cock back
n***a air out the space
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Like Bush and Saddam
I'm a find out
Where Em Laden's
hiding and bomb
him first
Could be much worse
I could be hotter than yo
scrubs mask and glove
gun hot from
burnin a** up
I'd rather be bossed up
wit' a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter
screaming out
F**k the law
I play a struck chord
wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest
b*****s out of
all the religions
God gave me his
blessings to handle my
business all these
w*****a snitches let
the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses
he gon' meet the
mistress and Clap that
boy like Birdman
and Clipse
Got these n****z all
over my d**k like hoes
I'm the star at these
shows I must be as
hot as they come
With a gun in your face
When you got one in your
waist let's cock back
n***a air out the space
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