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Rundown Choppaboy - RuleBook текст песни

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альбом: RuleBook


Rule number one, if you get caught doin' what you do don't ever fold
Number two if you get into it, have positions for your bro
That's some shit you can't forget I shouldn't even have to tell you though
Number three if you get down bad on yo dick go kick a door
Number four go to the pussy, never let her get yo lo'
Niggas know I'm from the E, but I got niggas throwin' four
Number five, they kill yo bro then go take two, boy up the score
Ain't no lie they took my bro, we took 'bout two and upped the score
Number six, you wanna always make yo next move be the bеst
If it's yo time then it's yo time, but why thе fuck you got a vest
Number seven, if a nigga say it's up let it be that
He take off do 'em like Rickey, hit 'em all up in his back
Number eight, this ain't no movie but you always play your role
I hit her, bro hit her too, that's a assist no pick and role
Number nine, fuck the rule I'ma just say long live Mac9
Matter fact this is a rule, can't do the time dont do the crime
Number ten, when you take a L don't cry about that shit
This a bonus, if you lose a hoe don't cry about no bitch
And if you fuck with my brother, you gon' die about lil' Rich
Number 11, you say that's yo bro, go slide about that Jit
You speak on Mac it's gon' turn to 4th of July up in this bitch
Do it bitch, you gon' find out, ain't gotta lie about this shit
Number 12, you get pulled over take yo lick by any mean
Keep yo friends close but some that you keep close a enemy
If that bitch tell me that she love me, I'ma ask her what it mean
Slide on Shirley drop a 100 with Jackboy, then leave the scene
This 13, if he won't bust that fire for you, don't bust for him
All my niggas bustin' fire for me, they shootin' above the rim
He don't need a barber, boy that 40 gave his ass a trim
And he won't survive 7.62 rippin' off a limb
Number 14, you gotta make sure you don't leave no evidence
223, 7.62 it go through a elephant
And Loady G them niggas shoot for me like I'm the president
They say Choppaboy heaven sent, well how the fuck I'm heaven sent
When I'm the one the devil sent
Number 15, you wanna always keep your mask over yo face
Number 16, they pull up blickin', don't get down nigga just spray
And I don't give a fuck, I pull up tell them kids get out the way
Don't fuck with Chunky or Fredo
Bout them I'm shooting sum' in the face
Number 17, if he yo brother boy don't switch on him for shit
And I ain't beefin' 'bout no pussy, Eastside nigga keep yo bit
This spinnin' shit'll never end on eastside nigga keep yo stick on gang

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