What ever it is, that's what is gonna be, nigga
Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, 'Blood in my eyes'
Yeah, Triple O, stand up, got your mind's back right
Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time
You know, gunnin' them down, everythin' like that
Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early, nigga
Outlaw status alone got these niggaz on freeze
Get down an' lay down, draw heat an' protect your self
Rule, holla at yo' peoples, nigga
For now on call me 'The Don' an' bicthes call me 'Don Dada'
Where ever I go, niggaz soon to follow
Like when I dropped my first joint makin' the world 'Holla'
I kept it 'Between me and you'
'Cause that what real street niggaz do
'Put it on me' 'cause even thugs get lonely
Sometimes 'I cry', fo' niggaz, I'm a baptized
When will they realize I 'Live it up'
Cop the coke, sell it an' re' it up, I'm 'Always on time'
Got bitches 'Mesmerize' from the 'Thug Lovin'
Load the clip, cock back the nine, open mouth, shove it
Down the throat, look in his eyes an' squeeze like fuck it
An' to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin'
When my wild Rule thuggins lookin' to get a come up
Come on in an' catch the angel, that's all in
Call me, Lord, remis' my time
An' I'll arrive with 'Blood in my eyes'
That's what real niggaz do, you know
We hold it down for each other
We don't waste time, we get it done
Why not, why wouldn't we? You know
That what goes down, you know
You draw yours, I draw mine
Who ever get the drop, that what it is
We live by those laws, you know, why wouldn't we?
The object is to get it done, let's go, it's nuthin'
Fuck tha world an' niggaz that proceed to run it
Rule for prez 'cause I'm one of the best that done it
On the M I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by
But never really get right, livin' off of the hit I
DMX was my dog, but now we just dog fight
He suckin' on glass dicks, callin' them crack pipes
An' I'm hearin' you lettin' yo' health slide these days
An' yo' lady's dicked up an' you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you callin' gay, nigga?
Must a been talkin' to Em an' Dre, nigga
Pour out a little liquor and rest in peace, Tupac Shakur
'Cause you let us know that Dre was a queer before
An' Marshall, how dare you use his name in vain?
Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain
But you do understand trailer parks an' cocaine
Disrespectin' your mother
What fuckin' part of the game is that, man?
I guess this world needs change
So we got it an' now I gotta put 'em in the grave
Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage
Rule an' Gotti, America's most wanted to many
Come an' get me
Pretty soon ya gonna pay