No Rules

Lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, Big H Fire and Smoke, I run this rap shit Yeah [Verse 1:] Our school , 2pac, Biggie Smalls All my connects are bloody criminals Armed robbers, I'm talking hard shotters Man out in Birmingham, cousins and my half brothers Never gonna change, any funny games On the road, get the ting from Whalley Range That is hot, rah, fuck a pop star Pull the AK out on niggers, au revoir Oh you a wise guy? Well this is drive by Ten shots through the window, bye bye The drug war? Fuck the drug law Call me 2 key, eight, or one draw Can't blast H, I'm like Scarface Gold medal, on a level you are last place Won't eat, my cats won't eat Shotty on the side, 45 when I go sleep What do you wanna hear? What do you wanna hear? How I had the gear stuffed in my underwear? Had to flip the pies, my coke was crystalised Fifty notes in your eyes Biggie Smalls, hyptonized What do you wanna know? What do you wanna know? How I had to rob niggers for some other dough? This ain't a class, this is Class A I didn't make much, H had a hard day Aim shots at the enemy, niggers gonna dive like they're saving a penalty I'm getting high off the weed, no Hennessy You're gonna die, no need for the jealousy Check my phone calls, I've got no rules Feds tryna listen to my phone calls In no time, fiends wanna smoke mine New number, what's the phone line? [Outro:] I don't wanna rap, I don't wanna rap I don't wanna rap, I don't wanna rap I don't wanna rap, I don't wanna rap I don't wanna rap, I don't wanna rap