1-2-3 (Мелодия из фильма "Сквозные ранения / Exit Wounds")

Текст песни Memphis Bleek - 1-2-3 (Мелодия из фильма "Сквозные ранения / Exit Wounds")

[Chorus]
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)

[Verse 1]
Ayo, ayo
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 your 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 necessary, but it helps
You probably could stick a bank, spot, or something else
I'd rather do it myself and stack my cash
Don't need nothing or no one else 'cause this game don't last, nigga
[Chorus]
(One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ayo, ayo
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 Prada and Gucci
You see Bleek camouflaged with an 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'll 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 layaway
Peep my game and feel my pain
A lot of niggas gettin' wet when Bleek start to rain, motherfucker
[Chorus]
(One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)
To stick a nigga with (One, four, five, ayo)
Is just as easy as (One, two, three)

[Verse 3]
Whoever be out shinin', then this one's for you
All that flossin', better take caution too
'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, your 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 your 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

[Outro]
(One, two, three)
(One, four, five)
Yeah (One, two, three)
Niggas know
How the motherfuckin' streets go (One, four, five)
Coming of Age Records, nigga (One, two, three)
The Understanding (One, four, five)
Hit and run for y'all bastards (One, two, three)
We gettin' anybody and everybody who look pretty (One, four, five)
Shinin', thinkin' it's sweet, like these streets ain't gon' get you (One, two, three)
I take everything, motherfucker (One, four, five)
Yeah (One, two, three)
(One, four, five)
(One, two, three)
(One, four, five)
(One, two, three)
(One, four, five)