Some say they were made to be broken
Some say to be spoken; but let it be written
You're killing me with your crazy mentality; sound like stupidity
What are you saying... Reality
Come on, please... those are your facts
Open your mind; what if white, is black
What is the truth; are you telling me you've
Got all the answers and hold the keys too
Shoot, you must be God
I take it I'm cold, and you piping be hot
I'm losing my soul, but you always on top
As long as you're winning, there's peace on the block
Holding that Glock; squeezing that trigger
So you can be bigger while killing them sinners (niggas)
And selling us rocks. But keeping it legal by setting up Docs
Protected by cops... talking bout
Rules - you got them rules, so you can rule
You limit the news, so others can lose
You rape and abuse, kill us in two's
Your system is crooked, the winners are you
Don't put me in a box thinking you know me
My skin ain't the same but you ain't got to destroy me
Hate is division, but love is the difference
A nigger is someone who lives in his ignorance
Pay attention, history's trying to teach us
Willie Lynch still trying to decieve us
I'm on to your game; In exchange for the fame
Give you rights to my name, so it's all just the same
Milk the cows, get the eggs from the coupe
Play the game, tripple 6 when you hoop
Slave masters in the box, looking down
Call you the king, but they rocking the crown
Use to beat us, now they offer the gold
Riches and fame in exchange for your sold
Trade you out and soon you'll be forgotten
The next generation now picking your cotton
Rules - you got them rules, so you can rule
You limit the news, so others can lose
You rape and abuse, kill us in two's
Your system is crooked, the winners are you
Don't cry momma, don't cry for me
I'll be ok, I'll be ok
Don't cry momma, don't cry for me
I'll ok, yes I'm gone be ok (KKK)
Kd3 - Rules Lyrics
Kd3 - Rules Lyrics
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Some say they were made to be broken
Some say to be spoken; but let it be written
You're killing me with your crazy mentality; sound like stupidity
What are you saying... Reality
Come on, please... those are your facts
Open your mind; what if white, is black
What is the truth; are you telling me you've
Got all the answers and hold the keys too
Shoot, you must be God
I take it I'm cold, and you piping be hot
I'm losing my soul, but you always on top
As long as you're winning, there's peace on the block
Holding that Glock; squeezing that trigger
So you can be bigger while killing them sinners (niggas)
And selling us rocks. But keeping it legal by setting up Docs
Protected by cops... talking bout
Rules - you got them rules, so you can rule
You limit the news, so others can lose
You rape and abuse, kill us in two's
Your system is crooked, the winners are you
Don't put me in a box thinking you know me
My skin ain't the same but you ain't got to destroy me
Hate is division, but love is the difference
A nigger is someone who lives in his ignorance
Pay attention, history's trying to teach us
Willie Lynch still trying to decieve us
I'm on to your game; In exchange for the fame
Give you rights to my name, so it's all just the same
Milk the cows, get the eggs from the coupe
Play the game, tripple 6 when you hoop
Slave masters in the box, looking down
Call you the king, but they rocking the crown
Use to beat us, now they offer the gold
Riches and fame in exchange for your sold
Trade you out and soon you'll be forgotten
The next generation now picking your cotton
Rules - you got them rules, so you can rule
You limit the news, so others can lose
You rape and abuse, kill us in two's
Your system is crooked, the winners are you
Don't cry momma, don't cry for me
I'll be ok, I'll be ok
Don't cry momma, don't cry for me
I'll ok, yes I'm gone be ok (KKK)
Some say to be spoken; but let it be written
You're killing me with your crazy mentality; sound like stupidity
What are you saying... Reality
Come on, please... those are your facts
Open your mind; what if white, is black
What is the truth; are you telling me you've
Got all the answers and hold the keys too
Shoot, you must be God
I take it I'm cold, and you piping be hot
I'm losing my soul, but you always on top
As long as you're winning, there's peace on the block
Holding that Glock; squeezing that trigger
So you can be bigger while killing them sinners (niggas)
And selling us rocks. But keeping it legal by setting up Docs
Protected by cops... talking bout
Rules - you got them rules, so you can rule
You limit the news, so others can lose
You rape and abuse, kill us in two's
Your system is crooked, the winners are you
Don't put me in a box thinking you know me
My skin ain't the same but you ain't got to destroy me
Hate is division, but love is the difference
A nigger is someone who lives in his ignorance
Pay attention, history's trying to teach us
Willie Lynch still trying to decieve us
I'm on to your game; In exchange for the fame
Give you rights to my name, so it's all just the same
Milk the cows, get the eggs from the coupe
Play the game, tripple 6 when you hoop
Slave masters in the box, looking down
Call you the king, but they rocking the crown
Use to beat us, now they offer the gold
Riches and fame in exchange for your sold
Trade you out and soon you'll be forgotten
The next generation now picking your cotton
Rules - you got them rules, so you can rule
You limit the news, so others can lose
You rape and abuse, kill us in two's
Your system is crooked, the winners are you
Don't cry momma, don't cry for me
I'll be ok, I'll be ok
Don't cry momma, don't cry for me
I'll ok, yes I'm gone be ok (KKK)
Writer: Dave Bryan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid