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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ja Money
Performer
Buckroll
Performer
Jaashawn Jones
Performer
Kristof Lilienthal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaashawn Jones
Songwriter
Kristof Lilienthal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buckroll
Producer
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Rule Number 10
Watch Who U Call ya twin, Watch who you call ya friends
Rule Number 9
Always keep yo nine, Always by ya side (Hmm)
Rule Number 8
Nobody safe, Bring nobody where u stay
Rule Number 7 Ya mind is weapon
Learn to treat losses as a lesson (Hmm)
Rule Number 6 Put ya bro's ova chicks
Can't lose a bro for a (Hmm)
Rule Number 5 Gotta stay alive
If dey not apart of ya story den say goodbyes
Rule Number 4 Feds kicking doors
Rule Number 3 If I was you I'll do me
Bury Me A G
Rule Number 2 know who is who
First you gotta know who is u
Rule Number 1 If you know da One
Better act like You know where u from
See Me I'm from Dark side
Let me take you on dis Asbury Park ride
Where kids in da park high, kids wit da heart die
Kids wit smarts slide, Kids scared of dark hide (hmm)
Dis jersey nobody got L's, So we do walk byes (Hmm)
Just Know Tia Coming wit Tamara be a Smart guy
(Hmm)
Dis Asbury Park, Don't Get yo ass buried when it's dark
Hmm City of da gods, Allahs paradise 4 da city went dark
Gods build da city, Gangs ripped it apart
But Buck died now its Buck Town
If niggaz know Wassup, You Better duck down
Been dark So Long, niggaz scared of lights
It's like u gotta keep a gun, Cause niggaz scared of fights
Should to be at da top, but you scared ofheights
Way you out here tryna die, like u Scared of life
You hanging wit a rat, but u scared of mice
(Hmm Lets Talk About it)
Spare a Nigga once, can't Spare a nigga twice
Spare a nigga ones, Or spare hit a nigga twice
(Click Pow) (Click Pow)
My hood one 1 square mile, It's like a death trap
Can't name a block in my city It wasn't death at
Look Type parties we be throwing niggas get stretched at
Look Smoke 'em like hookah, Lil Luka wit da step back
Look Small minds so conditioned, So we lack patience
Shit I been to more funerals Den graduations
Strapped at Sixteen, We don't even grow up teens
Shit so many of us die before we turned 18
Live In a nightmare they don't know they dreams
Shit good blunt of Za how they blow they dreams
Thinking pill popping cool They don't know the feens
They don't know they feens
How we pose to let shit die, when Homies died
How we pose to let shit slide, When homie lied
How u pick sides, when ya opps is related tho
Beef always over a bitch, But they won't say it tho
Ride or die wit ya brothers Either way it go
Hmm But look
Streets never loved a soul gotta let her go
But he don't even know ya mom but you call em bro
(I don't get it look)
Everything fake bout them so we call em Foes
Tristate best check in yeah we call it tolls
Throw a party on ya block, we go call da hoes
Smell death in da air, I'm wit a da Cro's
No wonder why you broke, you broke all da codes
(Woah)
Writer(s): Jaashawn Jones, Kristof Lilienthal
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