Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon! John John, could, could I get your autograph? Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid) Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?) Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks (Here you are) Thanks a lot!
[Intro: J-Hill] Word [gunshots] uhh Could do that, hot as hell though Yo.. yo, what, uhh.. what Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh Set it down dawg, what..
[J-Hill] (ONE, BY, ONE) Rule one up in this bitch for real Roll with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVille Cause they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh
[Obie Trice] (TWO, BY, TWO) Your bucket is clean, you ridin mean Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!) School Craft wanna jingle your keys Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
[Proof] (3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu In the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble 'til death inside a rumble
[J-Hill] (FOUR, BY, FOUR) Rule four better get this down Before niggaz gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh) And bust like four rounds, kick the door down Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
[Obie Trice] (FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew it Your main man's settin you up nigga you blew it Told him what you doin, nigga, you're ruined You ain't knowin?
[Proof] (6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your land When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran When you got sugar, why settle for sand? Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans
[J-Hill] (SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven kinda where my heart at You want beef in the street? Don't start that Cause we'll have some niggaz up in yo' apartment Jumpin outta places where it's real dark at, uhh
[Obie Trice] (EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You're carryin weight, hey, but wait A lot of hungry niggaz know where you stay Address your address, change your place before you spray nigga
[Proof] (NINE, BY, NINE) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank Fuck buyin gats bitch, get a tank Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm [explosion] Ten jewels
[Chorus: Proof, J-Hill] Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shots Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!) Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves Get a whole, three niggaz, one song (FOUR/FOR SHO'!) Five ways, six days, seven plus Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
[Proof] (NINE, BY, NINE) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills? Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you One outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga
[Obie Trice] (EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at your wake You was played, slugs struck the Escalade Your brain rest on what Motor City paved No more sunny days
[J-Hill] (SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em Cause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellum Proof, you better tell 'em
[Proof] (SIX, BY, SIX) Assume it's only for conversation Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff' Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips
[Obie Trice] (FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz be live before they die 'til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly Just know the game while you playin the tough guy T