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Rules by Darkside E Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

The beat cartel
Got that hustler hand book for you

Rule one never let them niggas know yo' biz (nope)
Two don't hesitate to cut a nigga loose
Three keep a eye open when you sleep
Four make sure your spot workers do they're chores (trash)
Five always keep a Glock by yo' side
Six real niggas stick to the script (darkside)
Seven don't get blood on my new elevens
Eight keep gettin' cake fuck whoever hate

And another thing make a few investments
Dope so good nigga fuck a tester (what)
And by the way take some bread and buy a shooter
So you can kick ya' feet up while he shootin'
Side note gone hire some polices (couple pigs)
Cause' for the raid you gone damn sure need 'em (for real)
Keep in mind you don't eat if you don't grind (naw)
Can't knock your hustle but they gone damn sure try (fuck 'em)
You boys out here giving hoes details
She got enough info to fill up three cells (snitching)
Hand to hands that will make a nigga feet swell
Yo' bag wack 'cause you went and brought a cheap scale
Just remember long as you follow these rules
And stay out the way nigga you'll be smooth
And last don't ever bring shit to your house hold
Just keep yo' eyes pealed and yo' motherfuckin' mouth closed
Rule one never let them niggas know yo' biz
Two don't hesitate to cut a nigga loose (fuck em)
Three keep a eye open when you sleep
Four make sure your spot workers do they're chores
Five always keep a Glock by yo' side (protection)
Six real niggas stick to the script
Seven don't get blood on my new elevens
Eight keep gettin' cake fuck whoever hate

Did I forget don't be stunting on the 'Gram (chill out young boy)
That bad bitch you just added thats a fed
You went to meet her and she pulled out some handcuffs
And now you getting handled by the task force (dumbass)
Motor mouth don't be yappin' on the phone
They ducked off in a van tappin' phones (watching)
Be a ghost and just stay up out the way
And if you boss man barely show ya' face
Do it big but still keep a low profile
You flashed the stash just to make a Lil' hoe smile
Paper stacks that'll make 'em search the whole house
Nigga you run a stop sign they search the whole car
Keep a close eye for those close by (snakes)
Had eight rules for you but thats number nine
Number ten don't associate with hams
Amateur niggas fuck around and get you jammed
I'm just sayin'
Rule one never let them niggas know yo' biz
Two don't hesitate to cut a nigga loose
Three keep a eye open when you sleep
Four make sure your spot workers do they're chores
Five always keep a Glock by yo' side
Six real niggas stick to the script
Seven don't get blood on my new elevens
Eight keep gettin' cake fuck whoever hate