Artist: Mr. 3-2 Album: Fatt Domino Song: No Rules Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Sonny Poo you know the rules We done already paid our dues So what we need to do now nigga We don't wanna die nigga nigga We wanna get some motherfucking money mayn For real nigga, that's it mayn This music is what we love nigga, on this motherfucking Southside [Mr. 3-2] Take a look, at what this world did to me Knock a mo'fucker head off, for half a key Ain't no love, ery'body trying to get bread Step on a nigga'z toes, just to keep me fed Get ahead homeboy, do whatever it take Moves to make, separate the real from fake I break bread when I can, but I gotta get mine Bitch boys get broke off, and left behind Sick mind of a thug, and I live in the gutter Hustle to get it, bringing home bread and butter Mo'fuckers off track, get lost in the game Standing on my own two, I get money and fame Switching the lane, leaving bullshit in the past Baby I want it, so I'm going after the cash Mash and roll I see, what the future hold Stacking it up, cause bitch I want what I can fold [Hook - 2x] No rules, I make em up as I go These fools, is tripping and moving slow No rules, trying to come up with a master plan Pay dues, do your homework and cash in your hand [Mr. 3-2] What it is talk to me, what you working with I'm first to click, and squash all that bullshit Playing games with my time, ain't what it's about Blueprints for a lick, make that pistol pop I got bops and a nigga'z up, all day long Take the money out the safe, right quick I'm gone What you want fool, I gotta keep my babies fed Daddy gotta do some'ing, 'fore the day I'm dead You scared go to church, and pray to the man But I'm living off the land, long as I can Mr. 3 to the 2, gon' take what's mine Kill em up kill em all, watch em all fall down Tomorrow ain't promised, to a single soul Get it right now nigga, cause the game is cold For a mold I'm have it, all in my hand Having the last laugh, pulling plots and scams [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] It's a thin line, between life and death Go for self, long as a nigga got breath Take steps make moves, to get to the top Punching the clock, best believe the streets is hot Who can I trust, which way shall I turn Weed to burn, feeling like nobody concerned Money to earn, trap steady pulling it in Chances and risks, I'ma duck and dodge the pen My life my sins, forgive me for what I've done Putting in work, giving game to my son Raw and rough, the road I walk one deep So much I gotta do, no time to sleep Making a better way, for the sun to shine No rules out here, when I get it and grind Money on my mind, the American way Hustling, in my blood with no time to play [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Ha-ha-ha, Bizzy Boy I make the rules, I change the rules And keep playing this how it go Ha-ha Fat Daddy, Fatt Domino Mo'fucker, we done hold court in the street Get your ass beat, and get your teeth kicked in Mo'fucker, what it is baby