| Song | Breakin' the Rules |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | First Family 4 Life |
| Yeah, check it out y'all. firing squad, nigga. (first family) | |
| Yeah, firing squad, nigga. check it out. (first family) | |
| The name's bill (what up bill?) | |
| I'ma semi-automatic addict for real | |
| Before you test me | |
| Know i feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy | |
| I put you motherfuckers back on the ?rip? | |
| Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit | |
| (ain't nothin changed) i take you motherfuckers back to ?6 | |
| And get to dumpin off a clip | |
| (you know the game) you wanna test me? (you gotta) | |
| Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas that's ready to wrong | |
| Me, i put my foot down firmly | |
| Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me | |
| And most dudes don't like the way i rap | |
| The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep | |
| Berkuance, (retreat!) | |
| I would never be disconnected from these streets | |
| Its deep, as the (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: ghetto music (rock that!) | |
| When it drop, if its proper (cop that!) | |
| Cause some cats be fakin the move | |
| In other words, breakin the rules! (stop that!) | |
| We make ghetto music (rock that!) | |
| When it drop, if its proper (cop that!) | |
| Cause some cats be fakin the move | |
| In other words, breakin the rules! | |
| [lil' fame] | |
| Make way, bitch, i'm coming through | |
| I'm fizzy wo dog, who the fuck are you? | |
| Y'all niggas be, listenin to that false information | |
| Here your ?-ation | |
| Thugs know home team from the bk and move niggas | |
| Run with them guns bust off like john woo | |
| Try to sabatoge the game, i'ma start somethin | |
| Try to sabatoge my name, i'ma start dumpin! | |
| Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known? | |
| Fizzy wo, nigga, going for broke | |
| So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic | |
| Automatic and will make your ship sink like the titanic | |
| Now that i know, that you against me | |
| And you *click*, you *click*, you against me, too | |
| Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan | |
| Cause i'ma blast a man, what? | |
| Chorus | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Allow me to express my deepest sympathy | |
| To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty | |
| I begged him not to fuck with me (i tried) | |
| He didn't listen | |
| So they found his ass missin | |
| Put my barrel in the back of his mouth | |
| And knocked his head out do or dead, now | |
| Cold, he actually thought i would fold | |
| So i tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul! | |
| [lil' fame] | |
| When i jump off, or i dump off, about eight rounds | |
| Holdin my spot down, i'ma knock down, about eight clowns | |
| Nigga, don't you ever fuck around | |
| With the four-pound token | |
| Bonified thugster (what!) brownsville slugger | |
| Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka | |
| Bitch motherfucker! (fuck ya) | |
| You musta bought a ? in the heart | |
| Flinch and i'ma tear your ass apart | |
| Come on, straight like that, nigga | |
| Firing squad, nigga. ha-ha-hah. hundred years and runnin. yeah, one of | |
| My motherfuckin men, flipper the ripper. y'know what i'm sayin, my | |
| Nigga city, teflon. firing squad, nigga. for life *echoes* yeah | |
| *echoes. | |
| *beat to fade* |
| Yeah, check it out y' all. firing squad, nigga. first family | |
| Yeah, firing squad, nigga. check it out. first family | |
| The name' s bill what up bill? | |
| I' ma semiautomatic addict for real | |
| Before you test me | |
| Know i feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy | |
| I put you motherfuckers back on the ? rip? | |
| Tip and get the split in a nigga' s shit | |
| ain' t nothin changed i take you motherfuckers back to ? 6 | |
| And get to dumpin off a clip | |
| you know the game you wanna test me? you gotta | |
| Let your time be, there' s a long line of niggas that' s ready to wrong | |
| Me, i put my foot down firmly | |
| Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don' t concern me | |
| And most dudes don' t like the way i rap | |
| The brownskinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep | |
| Berkuance, retreat! | |
| I would never be disconnected from these streets | |
| Its deep, as the 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: ghetto music rock that! | |
| When it drop, if its proper cop that! | |
| Cause some cats be fakin the move | |
| In other words, breakin the rules! stop that! | |
| We make ghetto music rock that! | |
| When it drop, if its proper cop that! | |
| Cause some cats be fakin the move | |
| In other words, breakin the rules! | |
| lil' fame | |
| Make way, bitch, i' m coming through | |
| I' m fizzy wo dog, who the fuck are you? | |
| Y' all niggas be, listenin to that false information | |
| Here your ? ation | |
| Thugs know home team from the bk and move niggas | |
| Run with them guns bust off like john woo | |
| Try to sabatoge the game, i' ma start somethin | |
| Try to sabatoge my name, i' ma start dumpin! | |
| Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y' all don' t be known? | |
| Fizzy wo, nigga, going for broke | |
| So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic | |
| Automatic and will make your ship sink like the titanic | |
| Now that i know, that you against me | |
| And you click, you click, you against me, too | |
| Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan | |
| Cause i' ma blast a man, what? | |
| Chorus | |
| billy danze | |
| Allow me to express my deepest sympathy | |
| To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty | |
| I begged him not to fuck with me i tried | |
| He didn' t listen | |
| So they found his ass missin | |
| Put my barrel in the back of his mouth | |
| And knocked his head out do or dead, now | |
| Cold, he actually thought i would fold | |
| So i tore him a new hole, word to nigga' s soul! | |
| lil' fame | |
| When i jump off, or i dump off, about eight rounds | |
| Holdin my spot down, i' ma knock down, about eight clowns | |
| Nigga, don' t you ever fuck around | |
| With the fourpound token | |
| Bonified thugster what! brownsville slugger | |
| Exmugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka | |
| Bitch motherfucker! fuck ya | |
| You musta bought a ? in the heart | |
| Flinch and i' ma tear your ass apart | |
| Come on, straight like that, nigga | |
| Firing squad, nigga. hahahah. hundred years and runnin. yeah, one of | |
| My motherfuckin men, flipper the ripper. y' know what i' m sayin, my | |
| Nigga city, teflon. firing squad, nigga. for life echoes yeah | |
| echoes. | |
| beat to fade |