(feat. J-Hill, Proof)



[Verse 1: J-Hill]

(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real

Roll wit a couple niggaz, like Dave Seville

Cause niggaz-a, clean you out, like a golden seal

Put ya hands up, gimme ya scrill, what



[Obie Trice]

(Two by two) Ya bucket is clean, you ride mean

Pull up at the light on them gees (Proof: Gimme that!)

Them crab niggaz, wanna jingle ya keys

What chu bout to do, bleed (3-1-3)



[Proof]

Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you

But a gun to ya kids, art of war, sun sue

In the jungle, stay humble, stumble and fumble

Til death inside'll rumble (Four by four)



[J-Hill]

Rule four, better get this down

Before niggaz 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)



[Obie Trice]

Niggaz 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 (6-6-6)



[Proof]

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



[J-Hill]

(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 niggaz, up in yo apartment

Jumping outta places, where it's real dark at



[Obie Trice]

(Eight by eight) Ya carrying weight, hey, but wait

A lot of hungry niggaz, know where you stay

Address ya address, change ya place

Before ya spray nigga (Nine by nine)



[Proof]

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] Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shots

[Proof] Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (JH: Fo' sho')

[Proof] Three cousins, two hot, one law, family

[Proof] We putting no man befo', ten jewels, now tell 'em

[J-Hill] It's one purpose, one goal, two halves

[J-Hill] Get it hold, three niggaz, one soul (Proof: Fo' sho')

[J-Hill] Five ways, six days, seven plus

[J-Hill] AK we could let the nine spray (Proof: Ten jewels)



[Verse 2: Proof]

(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



[Obie Trice]

(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)



[J-Hill]

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)



[Proof]

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)



[Obie Trice]

Niggaz 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)



[J-Hill]

For all you niggaz, 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)



[Proof]

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 3" (Two by two)



[Obie Trice]

Trust no one, when ya getting 'em

Put ya life in perspective, ya killing 'em

Envious niggaz, stay jealousy driven

Niggaz need to be listening (One by one)



[J-Hill]

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 +N'Sync+

That's cause it's, one other nigga that'll do it for me



[Chorus]