SolidBoy - Rules Lyrics

I got a rule for ya
Don't ever tell on your dawg when them (Woo!) on you
Don't keep on splurging on hoes when them blues on you
'Cuz when that money slow up, they getting rude on you
And you ain't gotta prove nothing
I got a rule for ya
Boy, just stack it up
Ain't no bitch that's bad enough
Take a stand, be a man when it's time to back it up
Only go to war for niggas that'll shoot for ya
Just pay attention what it do for ya
Rule one, ain't no hating on the next man
Ain't got none then get some juice, call it Space Jam
We been dropping pint after pint, f*ck a state ban
When you see 'em running past the whip, this ain't the raid van
I'm early morning rolling herbs 'fore I make plans
Them lil' niggas getting served tryna play grand
A cool ticket off of words, tryna make ends
Ha, and they still don't understand
Rule two, you better mean them words you saying in the booth
Never be a Dr. Seuss, spinning tales in the room
I beat a nigga chest in, you was frail in the womb
It's fast bitches overseas, getting snails for the crew
I caught a nigga by surprise, he a pale lil' dude
Check the blinds, I got Vinci running stealth on the roof
Just stay down, if I hear him yelling help I'ma shoot
I been coming civilized, I put the belt to 'em too
I got a rule for ya
Don't ever tell on your dawg when them (Woo!) on ya
Don't keep on splurging on hoes when them blues on you
'Cuz when that money slow up, they getting rude on you
And you ain't gotta prove nothing
I got a rule for ya
Boy, just stack it up
Ain't no bitch that's bad enough
Take a stand, be a man when it's time to back it up
Only go to war for niggas that'll shoot for ya
Just pay attention what it do for ya
I mean how could I fail when I studied all night?
Got rat bitches in the air, I'm putting muddy on ice
I'm finna pin 'em to the bed, they trading blows like a fight
He caught it quick to the head and then he rose to the light
Aye, where you from?
I'm from Joy Road, them niggas going dumb
Ain't no living in this bitch 'cuz niggas dying by the gun
Smoking out the OZ, I need a shrine full of blunts
Bro ain't learned a damn thang, he doing crime on the run
I told this chick I'm Honest Abe, 'cuz I ain't lied to you once
Throw the money in the grave so I'm in line with huns
My dawgies hardheaded, tried to tell 'em all dead it
Shit, if they say it's go then I'm a ride 'til it's done
Rule number three, supply the food for the beasts
Supply them niggas with some chicken, they gone chew up the beef
Out of dodge while the pride on the sheep
I survive in the streets where the violence was bleak
But the trauma was beat
Don't ever tell on your dawg when them (Woo!) on ya
Don't keep on splurging on hoes when them blues on you
'Cuz when that money slow up, they getting rude on you
And you ain't gotta prove nothing
I got a rule for ya
Boy, just stack it up
Ain't no bitch that's bad enough
Take a stand, be a man when it's time to back it up
Only go to war for niggas that'll shoot for ya
Just pay attention what it do for ya
I got a rule for ya