Mc Eiht - Rule #1 lyrics

Gyeah...Gyeah...Gyeah Gyeah...C.M.W. n***a 1/2 Oz. And that's gangsta We gon' break it down for ya'll Lil' lesson for ya'll Check it out [Verse 1] n***as recognize the game that I spit Tales from tha street on some gangsta sh** Ms. phat bootie b**hes with money to get We git the money and leave the p**y wet It's a very thin line between bangin and robbin Big difference from small change to big-timin I've been down for 12 years, still spittin my flow Still in the CPT, still f**in a hoe Still mentality "k** at will" Still C.M.W., n***a Eiht and Chill f** around and get your cap peeled, that's low Then back to the hood while the pistol smoke I ain't no joke, ya'll best remember I keeps heat n***a all thru december If your body still cold then you must be dead You shoulda listen to the words I said [chorus] Rule #1 -hey- get money Get a ride with switches, f** a gang of b**hes Rule #1 -hey- don't get caught If the One-Time swoop then it's all your fault Rule #1, watch your enemies, friend Cause they'll be the ones f**in you in the end Rule #1, that's just what we go thru I'ma break it down, n***a just for you [Verse 2] Night time must be the right time Don't get caught pullin a damn crime Cause that'll have your a** in some sh** Probably stuck, you can't f** with it From the bottom to the top, rag drops with cops Try to (??) so my car could stop And girl stash the bud' in your bra' And don't get nervous, here comes the law You know the routine, car must be clean T-shirt and dub cap with some bling-bling Yes, they saw the black face with a red bone b**h Must be ghetto b**h, caught me hit in a switch Damn, I thought we was back in the old days Seemin that the ones is back to they old ways Stick and I'ma get stacked, run in them old place Like in the East Side keeps it John Blaze [Chorus] [Verse 3] Who's that bangin and creepin while I'ma sleepin Try to set up this thing and light me up for the weekend Damn shame, game done did a 360 Hammer girl turned a b**h and done switched like Missy (Elliot) No progress just a serious test To become an MC and try to f** the rest Have my bill fold, too phat to close Had a thug n***a shot down all my shows Industry (??) got me lookin for cheques In this green leaf hustle on the block with tax My mission is to get it Automatic with the automatic Kick back with no static In the land of the lost, pay the serious cost Thug n***as loose they life, hoe-b**hes get tossed One-Times claim the boss, handle this scandalous Try to send n***as to hara**in laws Gyeah... [Chorus] Break-it-down... ...1/2 Oz. takin over sh** for the millenium... ...C.M.W...Gyeah...