1-2-3 - Memphis Bleek

To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

It’s just as easy as -- one two three

Geah, to stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

Aiyyo, aiyyo.

I puts it down for my niggas with them Glocks and things

That make a nigga stop, drop his watch and chain

I’m here now and I quote, get ya pad and take notes

This as easy as it get, better than baggin up dope

Rule one you need a gun, and a box of shells

Ski-mask recommended unless you ready for jail

Keep a knife, in case he get hero and grab the gun

And while you tusslin, use the knife to puncture a lung

Rule two, and every killer knows this one

You throw the drop on a thug better check him for his gun

Cause we all hold heat, we all don’t sleep

We all know rule three, you play, play to keep

Rule four — a team ain’t neccesary but it helps

You probably could stick a bank.

spot, or sum’in else

I’d rather do it myself, and stack my cash

Don’t need nuttin or no one else cause this game don’t last

Nigga.

-- one two three

To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

It’s just as easy as -- one two three

To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

Geah, aiyyo

Aiyyo this one’s for my niggas who will rob anybody

You know how the game go, long black shotty

I catch you in your Range Ro', you and your hottie

I’m hungry you ain’t know?

I stuck who supplied me

The fifth rule, a bitch could get it too

These streets watch me, so I gotta get at you

I watch y’all, in y’all P-rada and Gucci

You see bleek, camoflauged with a uzi

I take a nice rock that your man might have copped

Or your light pink face Rol', bitch you ain’t know?

The sixth rule, what we do, we don’t regret it

I don’t make a shorty wifey and, fuck up her credit

Then rule seven come to play, food stamps come today

You ain’t shoppin, I got shit on lay-away

Peep my game and feel my pain

A lot of niggas gettin wet when Bleek start to rain

Motherfucker.

-- one two three

To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

It’s just as easy as -- one two three

To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

Aiyyo.

Whoever be out shinin then this one’s for you

All that flossin, better take caution top

Cause once you slip, rule eight, facin the fifth

Takin your cake, takin your jewels, takin your bricks

And your wallet with your Amex cards and baby pictures

Ya ID, leave you stuck like, «Why me?»

And rule nine, we don’t touch no kids

We after your guardian shit, so pardon the kid

I get grimy, nigga I take ya weed and your blunt

The keys to your V, your rings and your fronts

Now who want what?

Tenth rule you still stuck

The game ain’t changed, just I don’t give a fuck nigga

-- one two three

-- ryde or die

-- one two three

Yeah, niggas know

-- ryde or die

How the motherfuckin streets go

-- one two three

Coming of Age Records nigga

-- ryde or die

The Understanding, hit’n’run for y’all bastards

-- one two three

We gettin anybody and everybody who look pretty shinin

-- ryde or die

thinkin it’s sweet

-- one two three

Like these streets ain’t gon' getcha

-- ryde or die

I take everything MOTHERFUCKER

-- one two three

Yeah

-- ryde or die

-- one two three

-- ryde or die

-- one two three

-- ryde or die