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Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
John John, could, could I get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just
Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what`s your name?)
Thanks thanks, I`m a real big fan, thanks thanks
(Here you are) Thanks a lot!
[Intro: J-Hill]
Word [gunshots] uhh
Could do that, hot as hell though
Yo.. yo, what, uhh.. what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what..
[J-Hill]
(ONE, BY, ONE) Rule one up in this bitch for real
Roll with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVille
Cause they`ll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, give me yo` scrill nigga, uhh
[Obie Trice]
(TWO, BY, TWO) Your bucket is clean, you ridin mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree`s (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
Whatchu `bout to do? Bleed!
[Proof]
(3, 1, 3) Y`all don`t run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
In the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble
`til death inside a rumble
[J-Hill]
(FOUR, BY, FOUR) Rule four better get this down
Before niggaz gon` beef better have that four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo` ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
[Obie Trice]
(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew it
Your main man`s settin you up nigga you blew it
Told him what you doin, nigga, you`re ruined
You ain`t knowin?
[Proof]
(6, 6, 6) The Devil`s your man, the ghetto`s your land
When you got knocked yo` block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans
[J-Hill]
(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven kinda where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don`t start that
Cause we`ll have some niggaz up in yo` apartment
Jumpin outta places where it`s real dark at, uhh
[Obie Trice]
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You`re carryin weight, hey, but wait
A lot of hungry niggaz know where you stay
Address your address, change your place
before you spray nigga
[Proof]
(NINE, BY, NINE) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank
Fuck buyin gats bitch, get a tank
Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb
Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm [explosion]
Ten jewels
[Chorus: Proof, J-Hill]
Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO`!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo`, ten jewels now tell `em
It`s one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three niggaz, one song (FOUR/FOR SHO`!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y`all
[Proof]
(NINE, BY, NINE) Oh I`m not real cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed
Don`t let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you
One outta my hand, the life`ll lose you nigga
[Obie Trice]
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at your wake
You was played, slugs struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days
[J-Hill]
(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven, some`in you better tell `em
Good coke, good weed, y`all better sell `em
Cause they`ll put some`in up into your cerebellum
Proof, you better tell `em
[Proof]
(SIX, BY, SIX) Assume it`s only for conversation
Let`s conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff`
Mine`ll set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a .38 ain`t got clips
[Obie Trice]
(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz be live before they die
`til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you playin the tough guy
That`s yo` life
[J-Hill]
(FOUR, BY, FOUR) For all you niggaz think this rap shit`s a joke
You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloak
I put my fuckin heart into this shit that I wrote
You muh`fuckers on some dope?
[Proof]
(THREE, BY, THREE) Watch who near you, focus on your 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"
[Obie Trice]
(TWO, BY, TWO) Trust no one when you`re gettin them
Put your life in perspective, you`re killin `em
Envious niggaz stay jealousy driven
Niggaz need to be listenin
[J-Hill]
(ONE, BY, ONE) It`s one reason why I still let you breathe
It`s one reason why the fuckin tec won`t squeeze
It`s one reason why you ain`t go out like N*Sync
That`s cause it`s one other nigga that`ll do it for me, yo