Gun rule

[Ca$his]

Yeah

It's Ca$his, I'm comin, uhh

Shady Records niggaz, GO!

Walkin, with a semi cocked, flip down any block

Get cash, plenty guap, talk hard gettin shot

Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got

Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped

Picture me pistol-free, "Look at me, look at me"

And realizing none of y'all is hood as me

That's on e'rythang, take six to your frame

Your son caught in strays, he gon' die any day

Try and act brave, tell the law my name

I bet your family won't live to see another day

There is no other way, you hearin what I say

I got paper now, I can fight the case

[Chorus: Ca$his]

I'm walkin through this concrete jungle

Plenty niggaz here, ready to mug you, attitude of "Fuck you!"

Nigga you ain't been where I'm from fool

The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule

Walkin through this concrete jungle

Plenty niggaz here, ready to mug you, attitude of "Fuck you!"

Nigga you ain't been where I'm from fool

The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule

[Ca$his]

Like Iraq, C-4 in backpacks

You can pull straps but you can't match that

Thought you was lord of shit bitch, why you let him snitch?

Put the gun in your hand, now we can settle it

Put it up, to his head, I can't do it for ya

You, be the trigger man, kill your own brother

See, how it feels when he drops, and he bleeds

I handed you heat, it was your op-tion to squeeze

Drop, to your knees, look at me, and believe

There's only one way to get out of this thing

Barrel aimed at your face, cock back, fire straight

Now at least neither one of us'll catch a murder case

[Chorus]

[Ca$his]

Flyin down the 5, flicked out, gettin high

Jump off on Lincoln, roll through, Anaheim

Rush, of a homicide, races, through my mind

Not commit, any crime anywhere, anytime

Stick, niggaz for they shine, yeah, you been on the grind

Yeah, take your jewelry off and pass it to me, it's mine

Cohort, me and my cohorts on codeine

Conspire and rioting, robbin niggaz for more cream

Step on work, eighth by eighth

Six points off a quarter nigga, stretch that cake

I ain't chillin on the corner, you fall in your order

for eightballs and nope, I ain't holdin nothin short, yeah

[Chorus]

[Ca$his]

We live by gun rule!

Shady Records nigga

I'm ridin through to Annis{?}

With my forks up folk, G's up!