The Rules

The Rules - Krondon

Written by：Krondon

California critical sh*t 12 inch

One strip so they eat up

Your whole compact disc

Los Angeles

Take they terrorists

Blond wave black fist incredible lyricist

In a never endin' quest to get rich

I hold a grip with time to breathe

More tricks up my sleeve than about forty thieves

With forty in a w**d spot runnin' they tree

All money to me the 360 degree

Now we max and relax like cool breeze

But they all f**ked up in the street

Avoidin' front page fame so I'm holdin' my heat

So low key that none of you niggas is knowin' me

In '98 I only see w**d

Only we hopin' Allah see me

And only be left bless my family tree

Until 2000 but ni**a go school like '83

Off Hennessy for all enemy

Lovin' dollars like all you gangstas love Impalas

Never put a b**ch before your momma

Stay tuned

For the love hella right to 12 jewels

Ni**a you know the rules