Tommy TK - 13 Rules (feat. Rowdy Racks) Lyrics

I can teach you how to ball, I can teach you how to trap
First rule, real easy, we not f*ckin with no rat
Second rule, keep a strap, always gotta watch your back
Third rule, you gotta ride, even when the tires flat
Four, five, six, seven, eight, in a pack
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, we could get all of them wacked
Thirteen, crazy motherf*ckers ridin' around with straps
And I skipped twelve, cause we don't really f*ck with that
They tryna keep me in the booth, cause in the streets I'm raisin' hell
Anything you need, you can hit me on my cell
And I really done it all in these Air Force Ones
We not tryna fight, we got Air Force guns
Not just one, and I'm known for keepin' two
Bitch, we Southsiders, that's why we always wearing blue
We not with the talkin' tough, I'm like, what you tryna do
I'm just rappin' what I live, I'm just rappin' what I do
Posted with the Apes, I'ma rock my A Hat
We not f*ckin' with that lame, he a f*ckin' J-Cat
You can catch me on the flip, I'm where they makin' plays at
And I seen him on the block, he kick it where the lames at
I can teach you how to ball, I can teach you how to trap
First rule, real easy, we not f*ckin' with no rat
Second rule, keep a strap, always gotta watch your back
Third rule, you gotta ride, even when the tires flat
Four, five, six, seven, eight, in a pack
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, we could get all of them wacked
It's Thirteen, crazy motherf*ckers ridin' around with straps
And I skipped twelve, cause we don't really f*ck with that
Ayy, f*ck twelve, bro, we ain't f*ckin' with the pigs
In these streets gang-bangin', finessin' and hittin' jigs
In my free time, I like to stunt, I do it big
And when I get bored, I'm swervin' and splittin' wigs
Poppin' at the mouth, but you ain't never popped a blick
Better watch what you say when you talkin' about the bridge
Little homie saw brain matter poppin' out the sig
Sick to his stomach, twelve years old, just a kid
Welcome to your first mission, rule number six
Homie saw brain matter poppin' out the sig
Sick to his stomach, twelve years old, just a kid
Welcome to your first mission, rule number six
I can teach you how to ball, I can teach you how to trap
First rule, real easy, we not f*ckin' with no rat
Second rule, keep a strap, always gotta watch your back
Third rule, you gotta ride, even when the tires flat
Four, five, six, seven, eight, in a pack
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, we could get all of them wacked
Thirteen, crazy motherf*ckers, ridin' with straps
And I skipped twelve, cause we don't really f*ck with that