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[Verse 1: J-Hill, Obie Trice & Proof] (One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real Roll with a couple niggas, like Dave Seville 'Cause niggas-a, clean you out, like a golden seal Put ya hands up, gimme ya scrill, what (Two by two) Ya bucket is clean, you ride mean Pull up at the light on them gees (Gimme that!) Them crab niggas, wanna jingle ya keys What 'chu 'bout to do, bleed (313) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you Put a gun to ya kids, art of war, sun sue In the jungle, stay humble, stumble and fumble Till death inside'll rumble (Four by four) Rule four, better get this down Before niggas go beef, better have that four pound And bust like four rounds, kick the door down Get yo' ass up outta town, dog (Five by five) Niggas conive, I thought you know it Ya main man setting up, nigga ya blew it Told him what you doing, baby, ya ruined You ain't knowing. (666) The Devil's ya man, the ghetto's ya land When you got not, to blot, turned yellow and ran When you got sugar, why settle for sand Never snitch when you clip, and put yo medal's in cans (Seven by seven) Rule seven, cattle where my heart at You want beef in the street, don't start that 'Cause we will have some niggas, up in yo apartment Jumping outta places, where it's real dark at (Eight by eight) Ya carrying weight, hey, but wait A lot of hungry niggas, know where you stay Address ya address, change ya place Before ya spray nigga (Nine by nine) I learned a lot from the stank, if you got bank Fuck buying gats bitch, get a tank Fuck a fire arm, get a wire bomb 'Cause when you blow yourself up, at least you dying warm *Explosion* [Chorus: Proof & J-Hill] Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (Fo' sho') Three cousins, two hot, one law, family We putting no man befo', ten jewels, now tell 'em It's one purpose, one goal, two halves Get it hold, three niggas, one soul (Fo' sho') Five ways, six days, seven plus AK we could let the nine spray (Ten jewels) [Verse 2: Proof, Obie Trice & J-Hill] (Nine by nine) Oh, I'm not real, 'cause I pop pills Bring ya block, to my block, nigga get ya whole block killed Don't let the purple pill, shit confuse you When outta my head, a life'll lose you nigga (Eight by eight) You lay at ya weight, you was played Slug struck ya Escalade, ya brain Rest on what Motor City paved No more sunny days (Seven by seven) Rule seven, somethin' you better tell 'em Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em 'Cause they'll put something, up in ya cerebellum Proof you better tell 'em (Six by six) Assume it's only for conversations Let's conversate, super the nigga the .38 and Dip, mono set trip, empty out the clip Hold up! A .38 ain't got clips (Five by five) Niggas be live, before they die Until they test the wrong animal, then they spirit fly Just know the game, why you playing the tough guy That's yo life (Four by four) For all you niggas, think this rap shit's a joke You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloke I put my fucking heart into this shit that I wrote You motherfuckers on some dope (Three by three) Watch who near you, fuckers on ya rearview Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you Don't get caught on E, and fought on streets Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto three" (Two by two) Trust no one, when ya getting 'em Put ya life in perspective, ya killing 'em Envious niggas, stay jealousy driven Niggas need to be listenin' (One by one) It's one reason, why I still let you breath It's one reason, why the fucking Tech won't squeeze It's one reason, why you ain't gone like *NSYNC That's 'cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me [Chorus: Proof & J-Hill] Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (Fo' sho') Three cousins, two hot, one law, family We putting no man befo', ten jewels, now tell 'em It's one purpose, one goal, two halves Get it hold, three niggas, one soul (Fo' sho') Five ways, six days, seven plus AK we could let the nine spray (Ten jewels)