Rule No. 1 Lyrics – DD Osama

[Intro]
I don’t know what the fu*k going on, n!gga
Feels weird
14, 17
(That’s nasty)
Bow, bow-bow
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
Bow, bow-bow

[Verse 1]
Like, why is they playing wit’ my body? (Like, what?)
What they smoking on Notti? (No, they not)

Like, what they smoking on Dot? (No, they not)
If they smoking on bro, send ’em up with Lotti (Lotti)
I remember them nights, taking trips (I remember)
Me and Notti toting on that stick, saw an opp, threw a shot, and we made ’em run Rick, like
He was bugging, trying to make ’em a spliff (Bow, bow-bow, on bro)
N!ggas be acting real crazy, like
Like, whole time, they not
When I bring out my .30, I pass it to Loc, cause I know he gon’ get ’em, he gon get ’em shot (Bow, bow-bow)
‘member days posted up on the Ave, young lil n!gga tryna get ’em a bag
He ain’t have nun’, so he had to go trap, started bugging, and flipping them packs
Nowadays, see the face of this s*it, he can go to D.O, get whatever he get
Can’t a n!gga say nothing, ’cause he box on s*it
Saw the opps in the V, they ain’t parking that whip (Bow, bow)
They ain’t parking that whip, like
He gon’ tweak, he gon’ throw about 6
He lost his brother, he ain’t going for s*it
Before they take a hit, put one in the spliff (Put one in the spliff), n!gga

[Chorus]
Rule number one, you go on that drill, you better pull that trigger
Rule number two, you gotta watch out for the D’s
Move tact, they always out to get you
Rule number three, it should’ve been rule number one
Thank god, you made it out the picture
If not, that bullet flying would’ve hit you (Bow, bow)

Now your mother crying, cause she miss you (Cause she miss you)

[Verse 2]
Now we back on that block
I’m outside, so my killy’s totin on that knock
Move rogue when I pump cos I’m going get you got
Bow, bow-bow
We gon’ say you off to god
*** so he getting that chain
Forget about RG, Bloody, Banga
These are my n!ggas that’ll let it bang
Better make sure they lock back door
If not, you getting sent to the Lord
N!ggas be greedy, you give ’em a hand
Whole time they’ll snake you and bite a hand off, like
They’ll bite a hand off
Even after you done give ’em clothes
I will never trust a n!gga, no
We get slime, we the ones that be wiping they nose

[Chorus]
Rule number one, you go on that drill, you better pull that trigger
Rule number two, you gotta watch out for the D’s
Move tact, they always out to get you
Rule number three, it should’ve been rule number one
Thank god, you made it out the picture
If not, that bullet flying would’ve hit you (Bow, bow)
Now your mother crying, cause she miss you (Cause she miss you)