[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
