Turned a pandemic
To a bandemic
Gotta watch these bitches
They be transmitted
I was going through it
I went through a transition
She got a ass just like Serena
But she ain't never play tennis
I was going to hard, for the wrong
Niggas, soon as I turned my back
I swear to god they got the switching, yea he Percocet crazy
30 Got em itching
Yea she traded on the wrong nigga
Ima make her feel it
Don't claim you my brudda
Claim that you down for me
Claim you a shooter
Cause you ain't never shoot
No rounds for me
Gave da bitch my heart
Then she turned around on me
I scream fuck love
But I need love
Rule number one
Always thank da man
Rule number two
Always look out for the fam
Rule number three
Never ever show ya hand
Rule number four
Always stash the bands
I know a nigga that hit a piece
Yea but da gang ain't never eat
Bro ass blinded by the money
It be hard for him to see
His mans feel some typa way
He feel like he owe a fee
He got love for his brudda
But he ain't help him break da piece
Dat nigga feel like he did this
On his own
Now he trynna kill a nigga dat he love
Think about sendin him home
He acting funny
He won't pick up the phone
Oh he traded on his brothers
Now its war
Think about bussin his dome
Man it's rules to the streets
Where ya heart on ya sleeve
It get cold inna winter
Summer time dey bring da heat
Even gotta watch dese bitches
Cuz you know they like to cheat
Traumatized from homicides
Yea it be hard for me to sleep
Police ride by
Always tuck ya strap
Dont pull ya pants up
Cuz they gon see where its at
He went back to the block
The same day his mans passed
Yea he owe the plug money
He was fucking up the sack
Don't claim you my brudda
Claim that you down for me
Claim you a shooter
Cause you ain't never shoot
No rounds for me
Gave the bitch my heart
Then she turned around on me
I scream fuck love
But I need love
Rule number one
Always thank da man
Rule number two
Always look out for the fam
Rule number three
Never ever show ya hand
Rule number four
Always stash the bands