Текст песни Rules 2 - 2000Baby

Rule 1 is
Never fold

Never snitch
If them people ask
Then keep yo mouth closed

And rule 2
We don't trip on bitches
Or about hoes

Rule 3
I don't never leave the house without my heat

Rule 4 and 5
Keep that 45 up in my reach

Stay up out the mix
Get that chicken nigga
Fuck the beef

But still it's fuck the peace
You know ain't no love up in them streets

I feel in love wit fuckin up the beats

But fuck a rap nigga
I ain't linking up and doin feats

Niggas fake
Swear it be yo own people tryna compete

Watch yo plate
Swear it be yo own niggas tryna leech

Stay awake
That was hard
Cause I was sleeping off the lean

Sleepin on these niggas
When I hear they music
Cause it's weak

I Treat the bitch like she ain't shit
Cause When I see her ion speak

And if my nigga actin like my opp
Then that's how ima treat em

Them niggas quick to post on Instagram
Thats how you know they lyin

I'm wit my bitch
Posted at the crib
Like boy you know the vibes

Put that work in
You know this shit don't happen over night

Boy put that work in
Might even have to put in overtime

They like boy u straight
I say I'm more than fine

Like niggas trippin
I'm juss happy living
Thankful im alive

I can't wear no watch
Cause when I look
I still don't know the time

Me and T
Was on that high speed
He like throw the 9

Like fuck that pistol
We got plenty more guns to pick

It's brothers round me
Fuck a friend
I treat em just like my mother's kids

I can buy this bitch the world
She'll still complain bout some other shit

She don't call me by my rap name
She like boy what's yo government

Bitch I'm doin me
But busy tryna make the rest happy

Niggas fake
But tryna say I'm foul
And threw a tec at me

You told me you was finna throw a slug
But threw a text at me

Keep it coo
And on the net
I dare a nigga step at me

Where I'm from
I take the biggest steps
But ain't no step daddy

I only gave this bitch the tip
Yeah she like daddy throw the rest at me

Sorry love
I ain't tryna fuck
Just throw the neck at me

Like KD
Ima shoot my shot
Brooklyn Nets fashion

I'm wit the bop
I ain't finna talk
Whip my dick out

I See a opp
I ain't finna talk
I whip my stick out

Stand on what I say
Like all 10
No I can't sit down

Clutchin 10 mill
My nigga Mill will
Make you get down

Everytime a nigga shoot his shot
You hear the swish sound

You niggas missin
Shooting all them bricks
Gon tear the rim down

I tell the bitch to stand on what she say
But make her bend down

At first the bitch was really really bae
But she my friend now

I be quick a fix a problem
Keep a hammer keep a tool

Quick to drop a bitch and leave her
Then go get me something new

Maybe 2
Naw for real I be doing what I do
But everyday I still be living by the rules
Lemme take y'all back to school

Rule 1 is
Never fold

Never snitch
If them people ask
Then keep yo mouth closed

And rule 2
We don't trip on bitches
Or about hoes

Rule 3
I don't never leave the house without my heat

Rule 4 and 5
Keep that 45 up in my reach

Stay up out the mix
Get that chicken nigga
Fuck the beef

But still it's fuck the peace
You know ain't no love up in them streets