AS IT TURNS OUT
(J. Peters, R. Walker, M. Shakur)

You are a certified maniac
Welcome to the club.
We had an opening just your size.
as it turns out.

Yeah, I'm a certified maniac, iiable to snap so beware if you dare try to launch the attack
I'm a soldja and I toldya I don't play them games and make way, by the way homey, stay in your lane.
Hittin' corners with the prize and the chicks to match, I'm gonna hustle out for mine and
I can't turn back
so welcome, welcome, welcome to my club.

You are a sure-fire heart attack
barely wearing a stitch.
I have a hankering to try you on
as it turns out.

Brick-house boss lady kickin' ass in heels, shot-caller, she a baller with the looks to kill,
Try to control her, money-folder, pitbull in a skirt, you don't believe she put it on ya, have ya doin' the jerk.
And make it hurt, you don't know, I should warn you now: go test the little mama, she'll turn you out
so welcome, welcome, welcome to my club.

Follow it, follow it, what it's all about.
Swallow it whole, as it turns out.

So welcome to my club where we wheel and deal,
high stakes in a world where every day's a thrill.
Poppin' bottles, hot models all part of the game,
Thugs, drugs, bullet holes n' slugs
While we snakin' thru the city on the streets we love,
Shinin' like a star that can't be touched
So when we roll, we control, y'all know what's up -
So welcome to my club.

If you need my approval, you got my stamp.
Play along, pretty and nice.
We been puttin' out feelers
For just your kind,
as it turns out.

©2010 SATIS






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HARD RULES
(M. Shakur, J. Magnole, R. Walker, J. Peters)

Hard rules.  Average everyday fools.  Pig duels and the bullshit ensues.
Make me holla.  Modern-day Valhalla.  Livin' good pimpin' poison thru the neighborhood.
No aid, cuz all the homeys gettin paid!
Lost souls cuz they let em all slip away. 
Cheap thrills, bright grilles in the night air, a slight glare
Off the diamonds the killers wear.
They own the night but the daytime pay a price.
Green light
and I was armed on-site
Enemies on the hunt, if they want it they come get it.
What's mine is mine and I cain't split it.  The hard rules.

Hard rules, try to get away but the game ensues.  You may lose.
I suggest you take heed and feed them goons and feed them soon or you will learn 
You don't follow the rules, you get burned, burned!

Hard rules, try to get away but the game ensues.  You may lose.
I suggest you take heed and feed them goons and feed them soon or you will learn 
You don't follow the rules, you get burned, burned!

Hard-core, hard-core hard rules, hard-core
They call me the matador - in the center so be ready if you choose to enter.
Standin' tall, let em come and I'll kill em all.
Must protect mine when my back's against the wall.  Hard rules.

Hard rules and I had to learn the hard way duckin from the stray all day with the gunplay.
Don't get high on your own supply.  You're no longer on point and you could easily die.
It's not a game, you must train and then rise above.
Bottom-feeders, shit-eaters, tryin' to trip me up - the hard rules.

The hard rules.  Young girls, never changing.  Bad boys, never changing.
Down the street, she's waiting.  What rules?  She's waiting.  Hard rules.

Too young, never changing, too old, never changing, too loose, never changing

Hard rules.  Average everyday fools.  Pig duels and the bullshit ensues.
Make me holla.  Modern-day Valhalla.  Hard rules, never changing.
No aid, cuz all the homeys gettin paid!
Lost souls cuz they let em all slip away. 
Cheap thrills, bright grilles in the night air, a slight glare
Off the diamonds the killers wear.
They own the night but the daytime pay a price.
Green light
and I was armed on-site.
Enemies on the hunt, if they want it they come get it.
What's mine is mine and I cain't split it.  Hard rules.

Young girls, never changing.  Bad boys, never changing.
Down the street, she's waiting.  What rules?  She's waiting.  Hard rules.
Too young.

©2010 SATIS