Testi:
M O P Breakin The Rules

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

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

game *1 [Lady Levi] Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine? Oooh, me see you rushin up *1 I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M. All, all da bumba

Snoop about to clown I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be

I 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

A teleprompter, can never describe what I saw The phones are dead, no police and no E.M.T. Powerless like we got hit, with an E.M.P. It reminds me of

me, with this great hit Yo, I'm chillin with Seed and Stone, Bizzy I'm thinkin about my boy Towe too But Big G, R.I.P. man, we love you [echoes] [beat

marble flows, living lavish on them hills Cause living lavish is a habit, so I expose my game Acting a fool breaking them rules, yeah Botany bring the

K.C. Thomas] now first things first k-c-t h-o the m-a-s bring it to your face brother or to your chest I'm nice times twice I use this mic as a lyrical