Breakin' Rules - The Game, Busta Rhymes

Now put your hands up

Baby I wanna see you move

If you wanna get it poppin than show me just how you do

You can either give me head or fuck my whole crew

If you into breaking rules than listen to what you do

So put your hands up

Nigga I wanna see your jewels

If you never met a gangsta I show you just how we do

If you blink or move you on the 9 o clock news

I’m riding with flipmode

You ain’t fucking with my crew

Being that gangsta nigga game tied

Combine a great mind with Dr Dre outside the club

You form a great line

You not a thug you ain’t even in the club nigga

Roll up in the spot with a bunch of ceder block blood niggas

Scud missiles launch, holla like a bud nigga

Don’t stop, make the bitches follow (?)

While you ponder on my moves

Shit is kinda strange flipmode aftermath bank account number change

Since day 1 nigga east coast stompin

Game told me come through take a lil trip to Compton

The way they live around here the shit is evident

They do how like we buy weed down on (?) on President (Westside)

Same hood shit homes

You know we do it proper

At the Vibe award my Ratchet woulda really repped the Doctor nigga

Look close you see the damage I’m bringing

Aftermath nigga thats the band Im swinging

You think you got a nigga shook right

What you look like

In the club only Yankee fitted with a red light

Look left look right

Nigga we don’t tuck ice

Me and Busta Rhymes shine like Diesel truck lights

Styling with my chucks on

Gold chain plus stones

On the stores track I run the city like Puff Combs

And ever since they put Buss on

We be dropping gangsta shit while my competition making love songs

I got no problem watching Snoop getting his cuz on

Thank Jimmy Iovine for letting me put the buzz on it

They say I’m borderline disrespectful

I tell em suck my dick long as my wrist and neck glow

I put chicks on xo then show em the breast stroke

Hurricane game I splash and let her legs go

Far as my checks go got cribs in escrow

In three years flat Im crowned king of the west coast

Im bout the only rapper that ain’t been jacked

How was that?

cuz I pack that mack

Don’t make me clap cuz I going off yack

On a Scott Storch track

So sniff these lines while I chop that crack

You can sip that surp while we flip these birds

B stars flipmode thats what you heard coming out that trunk

I pump that base with a red bandana tied around my face

And a Louie V belt wrapped around my waist

Im so ridiculous, ignorant thats just how I was raised

Inconsiderate, belligerent and niggas would say

I ain’t finish another album without f-ckin with Dre

He can’t finish Detox without f-ckin with me

Cus I’m young and I’m sick and I’m CPT

And I’m dumb and I’m rich niggas can’t see me

With red beams on the S-C-O-P-E

B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode

B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode

B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode

B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode