Ten Crack Commandments

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine It's the ten *** commandments, what N**** can't tell me nothin' 'bout this *** Can't tell me nothin' 'bout this ***, this *** To my hustlin' *** *** on the corner I ain't forget you *** My triple beam ***, word up One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It's rules to this s***, I wrote me a manual A step by step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule number uno, never let no one know How much, dough you hold, 'cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially If that man *** up, get your *** stuck up Number two, never let 'em know your next move Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence Take it from your highness I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number three, never trust nobody Your moms'll set that *** up, properly ga*sed up Hoodie to mask up, s***, for that fast buck She be layin' in the bushes to light that *** up Number four, know you heard this before Never get high on your own supply Number five, never sell no *** where you rest at I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce Number six, that God*** credit, dig it You think a *** head payin' you back, *** forget it Seven, this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood don't mix like two *** and no *** Find yourself in serious s*** Number eight, never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your *** can hold jobs too Number nine, shoulda been number one to me If you ain't gettin' bags stay the f*** from police If niggaz think you snitchin' ain't tryin' listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, waitin' to start hittin' Number ten, a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele say hell no 'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these rules, you'll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you pa*s Your girl *** my man Jake up, heard in three weeks She sniffed a whole half of cake up Heard she s*ck a good *** and can hook a steak up Gotta go, gotta go, more pots to bake up, word up *** king, Frank Whi'zza One, two, three, four, five One, two, three, four, five One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten