[E-40]. My killers don't take out dopefiends my killers take out factors. My killers ain't even from out here dude. My killers some out-of-town freelancers. Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt. Broccolis up under they belt. A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt. "Forty there go that nigga. that sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set". You mean that soap for that synthetic dope. that ripped me that shit that was wet kid?. Don't even look over there act like we ain't trippin. Within the next few days potnah came up missin. See a lot of these niggaz bitch up. and crack under pressure when it's time they facin. Get to bumpin they gums rollin over. breakin the rules and regulations. Wild nigga not stickin to the script. and get the jacket put on yo' ass for life. What jacket? Batch this jacket:. That reliable source that rat the head of mice. That's why we can't be talkin and bein all careless on these phones. I know technology now. allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes. I know all I was tryin to do. is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of Jordans. That's important but you gotta remember. to stay one step ahead of the law enforcement. Be short with all of yo' shit. Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy. Talkin pig-latin keep you employed. Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies. Call on yo' ass have wisdom use your brain. Auction off yo' assets nigga sell yo' trophies sell yo' Mustang. You know what that bring? Ching ching. Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail. Convertible top black on black interior exterior. He gon' be worth about twelve. Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter. Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?. Regulation #1: keep yo' business to yo' lonesome. Regulation #2: make sure the product you carry is wholesome. Regulation #3: make yo' cheese never eat it. Regulation #4: never put yo' trust in a hoe. (The rules and regulations). Chorus: E-40 (repeat 4X). These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations). [E-40]. Uhh you're 'posed to you're 'posed to. play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed. Always keep a bucket full of battery acid. to throw yo' dope in just in case they raid. That way they can't prosecute your residence. cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence. Tryin to get a BUCK -- a BUCK?. A soup pot a blender and a measurin cup. In my section eight appartment COMPLEX. Messy MATTRESS and dirty CARPETS. "Nephew did you get my message?". Yeah I got yo' message; you told me to clean up behind myself. and scrape the residue up off the edges. "What else?" Always look over my headrest and my rearview zone. cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home. Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back through. Throw they ass off a bit - come back within the next day or two. I don't need no cowards just warriors on my team. I don't sell coke no more dude I sell mescaline. Regulation #5: when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet. Regulation #6: fuck 12 and a box (?) (?) street. Regulation #7: don't take yo' business to where you livin. Regulation #8: keep yo' heat but fly straight. (The rules and regulations). Chorus. [E-40]. BLAOW pushin numbers on the dial-tone. Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on. Look to my left and ask honey for a light. She looked at me and said baby you alright?. I said I'm cool but ain't this shit supposed to relax us?. Fired up a Newport but I accidentally lit it backwards. For some strange reason I had a feelin. that that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky. Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey. Now I'm feelin sweaty... Eyelids gettin heavy... Stomach feelin queasy.. {*YAWWWWN*}. All of a sudden now I'm slee-py. Woke up naked slowly regainin my memory. Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee. Over there by Costco right there off the freeway. Admiral Callahan Lane yeah! Right next door to Safeway. Stripped me clean got me for some G's. Set me up stole my car keys. Guess that's the consequences when you sellin that D. Shit next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with me. Regulation #9: check in those that get out of line. Regulation #10: don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen. Regulation #11: keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin. Regulation #12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail. (The rules and regulations). Chorus