[Verse 1 - J-Hill]. (One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real. Roll wit a couple niggaz like Dave Seville. Cause niggaz-a clean you out like a golden seal. Put ya hands up gimme ya scrill what. [Obie Trice]. (Two by two) Ya bucket is clean you ride mean. Pull up at the light on them gees (Proof: Gimme that!). Them crab niggaz wanna jingle ya keys. What chu bout to do bleed (3-1-3). [Proof]. Y'all don't run the streets the streets run you. But a gun to ya kids art of war sun sue. In the jungle stay humble stumble and fumble. Til death inside'll rumble (Four by four). [J-Hill]. Rule four better get this down. Before niggaz go beef better have that four pound. And bust like four rounds kick the door down. Get yo ass up outta town dog (Five by five). [Obie Trice]. Niggaz conive I thought you know it. Ya main man setting up nigga ya blew it. Told him what you doing baby ya ruined. You ain't knowing (6-6-6). [Proof]. The Devil's ya man the ghetto's ya land. When you got not to blot turned yellow and ran. When you got sugar why settle for sand. Never snitch when you clip and put yo medal's in cans. [J-Hill]. (Seven by seven) Rule seven cattle where my heart at. You want beef in the street don't start that. Cause we will have some niggaz up in yo apartment. Jumping outta places where it's real dark at. [Obie Trice]. (Eight by eight) Ya carrying weight hey but wait. A lot of hungry niggaz know where you stay. Address ya address change ya place. Before ya spray nigga (Nine by nine). [Proof]. I learned a lot from the stank if you got bank. Fuck buying gats bitch get a tank. Fuck a fire arm get a wire bomb. Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dying warm {*explosion*}. [Chorus]. [Proof] Ten reasons nine glocks eight shots. [Proof] Seven cops six drop on five blocks (JH: Fo' sho'). [Proof] Three cousins two hot one law family. [Proof] We putting no man befo' ten jewels now tell 'em. [J-Hill] It's one purpose one goal two halves. [J-Hill] Get it hold three niggaz one soul (Proof: Fo' sho'). [J-Hill] Five ways six days seven plus. [J-Hill] AK we could let the nine spray (Proof: Ten jewels). [Verse 2 - Proof]. (Nine by nine) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills. Bring ya BLOCK to my BLOCK nigga get ya whole block killed. Don't let the purple pill shit confuse you. When outta my head a life'll lose you nigga. [Obie Trice]. (Eight by eight) You lay at ya weight you was played. Slug struck ya Escalade ya brain. Rest on what Motor City paved. No more sunny days (Seven by seven). [J-Hill]. Rule seven somethin you better tell 'em. Good coke good weed y'all better sell 'em. Cause they'll put something up in ya cerebellum. Proof you better tell 'em (Six by six). [Proof]. Assume it's only for conversations. Let's conversate super the nigga the .38 and. Dip mono set trip empty out the clip. Hold up! a .38 ain't got clips (Five by five). [Obie Trice]. Niggaz be live before they die. Until they test the wrong animal then they spirit fly. Just know the game why you playing the tough guy. That's yo life (Four by four). [J-Hill]. For all you niggaz think this rap shit's a joke. You get smacked and choked bring the dagger and cloke. I put my fucking heart into this shit that I wrote. You motherfuckers on some dope (Three by three). [Proof]. Watch who near you fuckers on ya rearview. Outta life yo the trife wanna clear you. Don't get caught on E and fought on streets. Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3" (Two by two). [Obie Trice]. Trust no one when ya getting 'em. Put ya life in perspective ya killing 'em. Envious niggaz stay jealousy driven. Niggaz need to be listening (One by one). [J-Hill]. It's one reason why I still let you breath. It's one reason why the fucking Tech won't squeeze. It's one reason why you ain't +Gone+ like +N'Sync+. That's cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me. [Chorus]