drop, if its proper (Cop that) 'Cause some cats be fakin' the move In other words, breakin' the rules Make way, bitch, I'm coming through I'm Fizzy
ocean!) and my (potion!) Is to (know when!) to spit fire, nigga *echoes* The rules of the motherfucking game [Chorus: DJ Premier (M.O.P.)] Here it is
Prevod: MOP. Breakin 'Pravila.
life (Malice verse 2) R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G Word on the street girlfriend, he's stingy Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling I'm dreaming,
me, how? What you thought would happen When they chained me to Fame and Styles You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is L M O O X P, motherfucker
high Yo, yo yo I don't brownnose out of town hoes I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point O I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect You ass
they ain't lovin' you Turn your back, they tryin' to break your J A W Who a nigga on the run, eatin' P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows and the chrome B O
list Instead of adding to the task force send some help Waiting on him I'd better help myself Housing authority and the O.P.D All these guns just to
could still remember seeing days in the made Wishing she would just hurry up and enter the stage So this hundred I been saving for my P.I.P I spent slowly
before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin' So I'm gonna get what I got comin' and the rest I'm takin' I'm shakin
So now you know, a poet's job is never done But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still #1 MC Eiht, he's down with us Big Boy and Ralph M are down with
gone, I got to get work Dressed in my boots and my sweatshirt, I'm rolling with the network The new, yes I'm down with neighborhood news Jordan was on top, now Walli World rules
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
O P, Dogg, my fuckin' homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho' 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, 'cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the
N. yo (M.O.P. yo) C.N.N. yo (M.O.P. yo) C.N.N. yo (M.O.P. yo) C.N.N. yo (M.O.P. yo) [Billy D]: C.N.N. [Noreaga]: What? What? [Capone]: Stompdashitoutu
a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents what, motherfucker, yeah [HOOK: Styles and M.O.P.] Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P
Eazy-E, to D.O.C, to D.P.G Started from that S.O.B, D R E Like dub-c I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin' Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin' Put
