Letras:
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

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

'm rich now Ma life is hermay haze n crystal N manage trois out n moscow Ah got dem trojan magnums n lifestyle Ah know I'm feelin so creflow You see

Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin Put

: [BRENDON] Alarm goes off at seven And you start uptown You put in your eight hours For the powers that have always been Till it's five P.M [VOICE

before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm takin I'm shakin

son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who

t breakin' no rules 'Cause when the bell rings then it's back to no food They have no clue what we goin' through You need a 100 to fill up what I'm supposed