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One by One (1x1)

Исполнитель: Obie Trice f J-Hill, Proof

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[Verse 1 - J-Hill]<br>(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real<br>Roll wit a couple niggaz, like Dave Seville<br>Cause niggaz-a, clean you out, like a golden seal<br>Put ya hands up, gimme ya scrill, what<br><br>[Obie Trice]<br>(Two by two) Ya bucket is clean, you ride mean<br>Pull up at the light on them gees (Proof: Gimme that!)<br>Them crab niggaz, wanna jingle ya keys<br>What chu bout to do, bleed (3-1-3)<br><br>[Proof]<br>Y`all don`t run the streets, the streets run you<br>But a gun to ya kids, art of war, sun sue<br>In the jungle, stay humble, stumble and fumble<br>Til death inside`ll rumble (Four by four)<br><br>[J-Hill]<br>Rule four, better get this down<br>Before niggaz go beef, better have that four pound<br>And bust like four rounds, kick the door down<br>Get yo ass up outta town, dog (Five by five)<br><br>[Obie Trice]<br>Niggaz conive, I thought you know it<br>Ya main man setting up, nigga ya blew it<br>Told him what you doing, baby, ya ruined<br>You ain`t knowing (6-6-6)<br><br>[Proof]<br>The Devil`s ya man, the ghetto`s ya land<br>When you got not, to blot, turned yellow and ran<br>When you got sugar, why settle for sand<br>Never snitch when you clip, and put yo medal`s in cans<br><br>[J-Hill]<br>(Seven by seven) Rule seven, cattle where my heart at<br>You want beef in the street, don`t start that<br>Cause we will have some niggaz, up in yo apartment<br>Jumping outta places, where it`s real dark at<br><br>[Obie Trice]<br>(Eight by eight) Ya carrying weight, hey, but wait<br>A lot of hungry niggaz, know where you stay<br>Address ya address, change ya place<br>Before ya spray nigga (Nine by nine)<br><br>[Proof]<br>I learned a lot from the stank, if you got bank<br>Fuck buying gats bitch, get a tank<br>Fuck a fire arm, get a wire bomb<br>Cause when you blow yourself up, at least you dying warm {*explosion*}<br><br>[Chorus]<br>[Proof] Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shots<br>[Proof] Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (JH: Fo` sho`)<br>[Proof] Three cousins, two hot, one law, family<br>[Proof] We putting no man befo`, ten jewels, now tell `em<br>[J-Hill] It`s one purpose, one goal, two halves<br>[J-Hill] Get it hold, three niggaz, one soul (Proof: Fo` sho`)<br>[J-Hill] Five ways, six days, seven plus<br>[J-Hill] AK we could let the nine spray (Proof: Ten jewels)<br><br>[Verse 2 - Proof]<br>(Nine by nine) Oh I`m not real, cause I pop pills<br>Bring ya BLOCK, to my BLOCK, nigga get ya whole block killed<br>Don`t let the purple pill, shit confuse you<br>When outta my head, a life`ll lose you nigga<br><br>[Obie Trice]<br>(Eight by eight) You lay at ya weight, you was played<br>Slug struck ya Escalade, ya brain<br>Rest on what Motor City paved<br>No more sunny days (Seven by seven)<br><br>[J-Hill]<br>Rule seven, somethin you better tell `em<br>Good coke, good weed, y`all better sell `em<br>Cause they`ll put something, up in ya cerebellum<br>Proof you better tell `em (Six by six)<br><br>[Proof]<br>Assume it`s only for conversations<br>Let`s conversate, super the nigga the .38 and<br>Dip, mono set trip, empty out the clip<br>Hold up! a .38 ain`t got clips (Five by five)<br><br>[Obie Trice]<br>Niggaz be live, before they die<br>Until they test the wrong animal, then they spirit fly<br>Just know the game, why you playing the tough guy<br>That`s yo life (Four by four)<br><br>[J-Hill]<br>For all you niggaz, think this rap shit`s a joke<br>You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloke<br>I put my fucking heart into this shit that I wrote<br>You motherfuckers on some dope (Three by three)<br><br>[Proof]<br>Watch who near you, fuckers on ya rearview<br>Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you<br>Don`t get caught on E, and fought on streets<br>Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3" (Two by two)<br><br>[Obie Trice]<br>Trust no one, when ya getting `em<br>Put ya life in perspective, ya killing `em<br>Envious niggaz, stay jealousy driven<br>Niggaz need to be listening (One by one)<br><br>[J-Hill]<br>It`s one reason, why I still let you breath<br>It`s one reason, why the fucking Tech won`t squeeze<br>It`s one reason, why you ain`t +Gone+ like +N`Sync+<br>That`s cause it`s, one other nigga that`ll do it for me<br><br>[Chorus]

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