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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Dimes
Mike Dimes
Vocals
IDK
IDK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Kevin Celestin
Louis Kevin Celestin
Songwriter
Michael Goode
Michael Goode
Songwriter
Dennis McNeal
Dennis McNeal
Songwriter
Donald Harris
Donald Harris
Songwriter
Hopie Bronson III
Hopie Bronson III
Songwriter
JAMES A BOONE
JAMES A BOONE
Songwriter
Jason Aaron Mills
Jason Aaron Mills
Songwriter
Maride Williams
Maride Williams
Songwriter
Maurice Puckett
Maurice Puckett
Songwriter
Robert Dycus
Robert Dycus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Producer

Lyrics

One One (one, one, one, one, one, one, one) One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one (Shh) Rule number one, never leave your front door without a gun I ain't no killer but don't push me, I'll be reachin' for my fun shit My money long now I can get a nigga done 'Cause most of these niggas pussy And most of these niggas broke A few of 'em might dance but none of 'em toe to toe I'm too worried 'bout the money to be fuckin' wit' y'all Y'all too worried 'bout the bitches, y'all priorities off If they catch you with the pistol, hit the bushes and toss If they pull you over, hit the gas and get lost, get lost In a world where the world win Make me wanna spin a nigga block like a whirlwind I used to have a heart now it's lost, but I'm searching (Dot, dot, dot, dot) still searching One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one Never leave a holder keep a hush (shh) Rule number one They kiss and tell so much, they all got thrush Everybody got images, everybody got problems Everybody gon' tell on you, never spill out yo' problems Give a nigga a bottle of water they want the sea Give a nigga a honeycomb, prolly gon' take yo' bees Life ain't never been free, everybody got fees Leave my house, I got my pistol, if it jam I won't leave How my life could turn to this, I'm in a white community Guess the money all the same from the hill to the streets Every beat that I felt was raising my clientele Every brick that he felt was raising his clientele Life get closer to them Heaven gates every time you raise hell Let's just pray that the circle you claim don't go and tell 'Cause that's One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one
Writer(s): Jason Mills, Louis Kevin Celestin, Maurice Puckett, Donald Harris, Maride Williams, Hopie Bronson Iii, Mike Dimes, Dennis Mcneal, Robert Dycus, James A Boone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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