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letra de rule no. 1 - dd osama

[intro]
i don’t know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga
feels weird
14, 17
(that’s nasty)
bow, bow-bow
(yo, lucas, you heard?)
bow, bow-bow

[verse 1]
like, why is they playin’ wit’ my body? (like, what?)
what? they ain’t smokin’ on notti (no, they not)
like, what, they smokin’ on dot? (no, they not)
if they smokin’ on bro, send ’em up with lotti (lotti)
i remember them nights, takin’ trips (i remember)
me and notti totin’ on that stick, saw an opp, threw a shot, and we made ’em run rick, like
he was buggin’, tryin’ to make ’em a spliff (bow, bow-bow, on bro)
n-ggas be actin’ real crazy, like
like, whole time, they not
when i bring out my .30, i pass it to loc, cause i know he gon’ get ’em, hе gon get ’em shot (bow, bow-bow)
‘membеr days posted up on the ave, young lil n-gga tryna get ’em a bag
he ain’t have nun’, so he had to go trap, started buggin’, and flippin’ them packs
nowadays, see the face of this sh-t, he can go to d.o, get whatever he get
can’t a n-gga say nothin’, ’cause he box on sh-t
that’s the opps in the v, they ain’t parkin’ that whip (bow, bow)
they ain’t parkin’ that whip, like
he gon’ tweak, he gon’ throw about 6
he lost his brother, he ain’t goin’ for sh-t
before they take a hit, put one in the spliff (put one in the spliff)
[chorus]
rule number one, you go on that drill, you better pull that trigger
rule number two, you gotta watch out for the d’s
move tact, they always out to get you
rule number three, it should’ve been rule number one
thank god, you made it out the picture
if not, that bullet flyin’ would’ve hit you (bow, bow)
now your mother cryin’, cause she miss you (cause she miss you)

[verse 2]
now we back on that block
i’m outside, so my k!lly’s totin on that knock

- dd osama

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