Obie Trice, Proof, J-Hill - One by One (1x1) lyrics

(One by one) Rule one up
In this bitch for real
Roll wit a couple niggas, like Dave Seville
Cause niggas-a, clean you out
Like a golden seal
Put ya hands up, gimme ya scrill, what

(Two by two) Ya bucket is clean
You ride mean
Pull up at the light on them gees
(Proof: Gimme that)
Them crab niggas, wanna jingle ya keys
What chu bout to do, bleed (3-1-3)

Y'all don't run the streets
The streets run you
Put a gun to ya kids, art of war, sun sue
In the jungle, stay humble
Stumble and fumble
Till death inside'll rumble (Four by four)

Rule four, better get this down
Before niggas 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)

Niggas 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)

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

(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 niggas
Up in yo apartment
Jumping outta places, where it's real dark at

(Eight by eight) Ya carrying weight
Hey but wait
A lot of hungry niggas, know where you stay
Address ya address, change ya place
Before ya spray nigga (Nine by nine)

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

(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

(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)

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)

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)

Niggas 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)

For all you niggas
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)

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)

Trust no one, when ya getting 'em
Put ya life in perspective, ya killing 'em
Envious niggas, stay jealousy driven
Niggas need to be listening (One by one)

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