Rule #1

Dopeboy Nike when I'm stepping
N**** throw yo hood up what you reppin
The streets a dirty game teach you a lesson
Never leave the house without yo weapon
Lil bro went on a lick hit for a mack 10
Send him to your door play with that backend
Lil buddy say it's smoke ain't no more laughing
Soon as we see the opps we blasting

He talking smoke then we spinning
My n***** love to drill gotta admit it
Beast in the streets he a MF menace
Price on your head here get paid on commission
I'm my owe boss I don't ask for permission
Brand new foreign push start engine
This the beginning,I ain't even started
Pockets on Swoll they stuff with a Wad
Some of my n***** sell dope on the block
Youngins be scamming cracking them cards
Why you always walking round with that glock
I got to have it we living large
We came up hard, didn't have a choice
Straight from the south where they jug on the porch
You ain't from round here might come up short
My n***** really think robbing a sport
Watch what you say out your mouth
You know this s*** can get dangerous
We pull up strap with them bangers
Don't want beef don't bring it up
He talking smoke we gone make him a plate
Bro get a thrill out of bussing the drac
Brand new A R and it shoot 308s
S*** gone get bad for you today

Dopeboy Nike when I'm stepping
N**** throw yo hood up what you reppin
The streets a dirty game teach you a lesson
Never leave the house without yo weapon
Lil bro went on a lick hit for a mack 10
Send him to your door play with that backend
Lil buddy say it's smoke ain't no more laughing
Soon as we see the opps we blasting
Streets f***** up...
Keep that pistol tuck...
Streets f***** up...
Gotta keep that pistol tucked...



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Writer(s): Kenneth Goldsmith
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