Rules
Timo, TIMØ
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Go (yeah) But, uh, you know (yes, sir) It's rules to these trenches (yeah) Go, uh-huh (yes, sir) Go, uh-huh (yeah) Go, uh-huh (yes, sir) Go, ayy Rule number one, got a strap and don't up it If you ain't gettin' ready to crack (go) Rule number two, you bump heads with your dawg (yeah, yeah, yes sir) Shouldn't no outsider know about that Rule number three, huh, let's see, you on the block, boy You better be playin' some D Know some young niggas slidin' with switches And .50's and this ain't no .9, this a Glock .23 (Curry) Rule number four, look out the window Right before every time you leave outta the door (yeah) You better know every car on your block Don't be stupid, these bitches be sendin' out loads (yes, sir, yes, sir) Rule number five, pay attention to everything Your homie say when that nigga be mad Pay attention to all the sneak dissin' And watch for them niggas that hate on you but shake your hand (yeah, yes, sir) Rule number six, don't ever snitch Remember you signed yourself up for this shit When the people came in and start askin' you shit All that mean is that them people don't really know shit (fuckin' rat) Rule number seven, stay out them streets Don't you ever let no nigga sell you a dream Know some niggas lost trial on a murder They tryna get by, I'm just prayin', they wish they was free (yeah, yeah, free the gang) Rule number eight, if you're eatin' be humble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And always make sure that your dawgs get a plate What if you fall? You should be able to call on your dawg Keep your circle small Rule number nine, better stay with your blick And you gotta come correct, we not shootin' out no whips Too many innocent people get hit If you can't get up on him, you gotta let him live Rule number ten, if your homie a rapper And he be rap-cappin' then tell him that shit Number eleven, cut niggas off if they show any trace Any sign that they jealous (yes, sir) Them be the niggas backdoor you 'Cause they wanna be where you at, for that do whatever (yeah) Rule number twelve, we ain't gon' talk about that Niggas really be workin' with twelve (fuckin' rats, fuckin' rats) Number thirteen, whatever we do on a mission We not talkin' 'bout anythin' Number fourteen, keep some bond money put up (yeah, yeah, yeah) Never know you might need anythin' Number fifteen, take care of your homies in jail (yeah, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir) Don't give up, keep followin' your dreams Take care of your homies in jail (yeah, yes, sir, yes, sir) Don't give up, keep followin' your dreams, gone
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Written by: Timo
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