Straight Outta Now Rule Lyrics

Brand Nubian - Straight Outta Now Rule Lyrics

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Straight Outta Now Rule Lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar, Grand Puba



Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin cool

We drop a jewel and never stoppin what we do

	Always do what we must, everything that we touch

	is going platinum plus, comin thru in a clutch

*repeat*



Verse One: Lord Jamar, Grand Puba



A lot of y'all niggas is 85th, on some shady shit

Bark is much worse than your bite like a baby pit

In the pitch dark of the night you's afraid to get exposed

like the sunlight which rose in the morning

Froze in a gunfight, forcing those who run with you to reevaluate

affiliations

We salivate from hunger, placed in fucked up situations

and wonder when retaliation will occur

Build destroy H-he or her

It's time to fill the void, niggas kill the noise

To the young boys, you fuckin with a grown-ass man

Watch your tone or get acquainted with the back of my hand

Nubian Brand steadily influencin fans

For other rappers we gon' ruin your plans

What we doin stands as a motto

Like Grace Jones' nipple to the bottle

We pioneer and never follow

We're out for the lion's share now watch me take it there



Yeah, my verbal clarity speaks for my popularity

Sell 5 million CDs and give the proceeds to my favorite charity

Son, I ain't gonna super splash you with no Fantasy Island shit

I mean I work hard for what I got and I be thankful for what I get

And if you practice, spit your verbs properly, not sloppily

Like monopoly, you can end up with cheese, whips and property

Oh damn, silly of me, I forgot to let y'all know

it's one thing you should never do in this game and that's sell your soul

I make a lot of sense then I go and make the dollars

Work hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to follow

Niggas say it's real rough today and I say what you say

They promised me 40 acres and a mule and all I got was a project and a

subway

I stay positive, niggas mistake that for not hard

Nigga I'm GOD, walk thru North America like Master Farrad

Me and my squad, separating the peas from the pod

No bodyguard, fuck around and roll a tank thru your yard



Chorus



Verse Two: Sadat X



Yeah

Man, these dick-in-the-butt rappers could get shot in the face

Dragged thru the streets and probably left some place

I seem shootouts in the park

Ball games turned tragic, bitch niggas gettin smacked and smacked again

in front of they girl, and she's throwing away that ass

And I ain't really asked for it cos a lot of niggas tore it

And yes, my man Hav had bought me something from VA

I was gonna hit him with doe but he ain't reall want no shorts

Cos we had worked together and he knew I was true blue

Man, I swore I would never go to VA again

until I found out who killed my best friend

I can tell by the wind somebody's gettin ready to bend

They lifestyle's bout to end

I'm in these African cabs on stores run by the Arabs

with pictures of yen, seem like they schemin

Herculoid cats get flattened and reduced to pitchin

That girl gave you crabs but I can't explain those scabs



[Grand Puba] Ha ha, where we at? Flash one-time



Chorus (x2)



Ha, '98, too soon

Brand Nubian, what?