Ap Law

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)