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There's some rules on these streets we all go by Dope on these streets that you buy Girls in these that you let walk by People on these streets that you try
There's some rules on these that we all go by Dope on these streets you don't buy Girls in these that you let walk by People on streets that you don't try
I got this hook-up a Jamaican, he got that fire-fire it up, fold it up, now everybody sky high Certain people that you try Certain things you don't buy
Listen, live, never try to make that sale 'Cause when you do, you be on Street making bail When you ride, you better clean put no work in your pocket Leaving stains in Calhoun jeans
We living life and hard knocks Some of y'all pushing weed, of y'all pushing straight rocks That's why we and run with a team When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some
out for girls that be trying to scheme Wipe out the fakes, start some triple So if you know a hustler, don't even cross line When you get caught up, go and do time
There's some on these streets that we all go by Dope on streets that you don't buy in these streets that you let walk by People on these that you don't try
There's some rules on these that we all go by Dope on these streets that you buy Girls in these streets you let walk by People on these streets that you try
Now my brother told me, sit with your back to the do' Re-up, not when you out but you start getting low Play your game, and watch who you playing them laws dead in they eyes And tell 'em you ain't seen a
Me and my folks on top, we run these We pay the President, the government, plus them dirty Calhoun, living million dollar dreams Now spending the most, we represent the South
With some utility trucks, blast 'Greatest Hit' Co-pilot, dangerous gator mouth pit 'Cause we some hustling pros, missing a beat And we'll match any price if you it this cheap Trump tight, love hundred dollar Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my are sealed
There's some rules on these streets we all go by on these streets that you don't buy Girls in streets that you let walk by People on these that you don't try
There's some rules on these that we all go by Dope on these streets you don't buy Girls in these that you let walk by People on these that you don't try
Location somewhere in the woods Right back in the smoke stack, burning goods Ain't nothing going on but this hay And stacking this Huh, we're up and we'll be on our way
See, the last out the blocks is the We in a LX 470, being trailed by a Trying to figure out 12th time snitching and this click And inside scoops got my pinched for a chicken
See a hit, dog, I When it gets tight the collar Never for a dollar Rules of a scholar
The rules, right Gotta know the it out
There's two things I was taught I first got here When East Point was but a big dirt hill That when you one-on-one, never pull a pistol And you never put your hands on a Calhoun
Now these the type of things, you know right It's like extra-player points, so your life Now he said he heard my tape the other day he was walking It wasn't like I was rapping It was like I was talking
I said, "Well, damn, playboy, I mean to be bragging But girl wasn't really sucking It was more she was gagging" Why he nagging? He ain't showed no love Man, every I knew him, he always been a scrub
So I stepped to him and he hit me 'Cause he knew I'd leave and come And the whole East Point with me So don't you think for he took my heart the table at my crib was a tree in his yard
There's some rules on these that we all go by Dope on these streets you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let by People on these that you don't try
There's some rules on streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you buy Girls in these streets that you let by on these streets that you don't try
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