Go (yeah)
But, uh, you know (yes, sir)
It's rules to these trenches (yeah)
Go, uh-huh (yes, sir)
Go, uh-huh (yeah)
Go, uh-huh (yes, sir)
Go, ayy
Rule number one, got a strap and don't up it
If you ain't gettin' ready to crack (go)
Rule number two, you bump heads with your dawg (yeah, yeah, yes sir)
Shouldn't no outsider know about that
Rule number three, huh, let's see, you on the block, boy
You better be playin' some D
Know some young niggas slidin' with switches
And .50's and this ain't no .9, this a Glock .23 (Curry)
Rule number four, look out the window
Right before every time you leave outta the door (yeah)
You better know every car on your block
Don't be stupid, these bitches be sendin' out loads (yes, sir, yes, sir)
Rule number five, pay attention to everything
Your homie say when that n**a be mad
Pay attention to all the sneak dissin'
And watch for them niggas that hate on you but shake your hand (yeah, yes, sir)
Rule number six, don't ever snitch
Remember you signed yourself up for this shit
When the people came in and start askin' you shit
All that mean is that them people don't really know shit (f**' rat)
Rule number seven, stay out them streets
Don't you ever let no n**a sell you a dream
Know some niggas lost trial on a murder
They tryna get by, I'm just prayin', they wish they was free (yeah, yeah, free the gang)
Rule number eight, if you're eatin' be humble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And always make sure that your dawgs get a plate
What if you fall? You should be able to call on your dawg
Keep your circle small
Rule number nine, better stay with your blick
And you gotta come correct, we not shootin' out no whips
Too many innocent people get hit
If you can't get up on him, you gotta let him live
Rule number ten, if your homie a rapper
And he be rap-cappin' then tell him that shit
Number eleven, cut niggas off if they show any trace
Any sign that they jealous (yes, sir)
Them be the niggas backdoor you
'Cause they wanna be where you at, for that do whatever (yeah)
Rule number twelve, we ain't gon' talk about that
Niggas really be workin' with twelve (f**' rats, f**' rats)
Number thirteen, whatever we do on a mission
We not talkin' 'bout anythin'
Number fourteen, keep some bond money put up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never know you might need anythin'
Number fifteen, take care of your homies in jail (yeah, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir)
Don't give up, keep followin' your dreams
Take care of your homies in jail (yeah, yes, sir, yes, sir)
Don't give up, keep followin' your dreams, gone
