Ten Crack Commandments

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

It's the ten commandments, what?

Can't tell me nothing about this

Can't tell me nothing about this, can't tell me nothing about this, for my hustlin' (one, two, two, two)

On the corner (three, three)

I ain't forget you (one, one, two, three, four, five) my triple beam

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

Ten)

I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal

There's rules to this sh, I wrote me a manual

A step-by-step booklet for you to get

Your game on track, not your wig pushed back

Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know

How much dough you hold cause you know

The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially

If that man f--ed up, get yo' stuck up

Number 2: never let 'em know your next move

Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence?

Take it from your highness (uh huh)

I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips

Number 3: never trust nobody

Your moms'll set that -ss up, properly gassed up

Hoodied and masked up, sh-t, for that fast buck

She be laying in the bushes to light that -ss up

Number 4: I know you heard this before

"Never get high on your own supply"

Number 5: never sell no cr where you rest at

I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em "bounce!"

Number 6: that god credit? Dead it

You think a paying you back, forget it!

7: this rule is so underrated

Keep your family and business completely separated

Money and blood don't mix like two di--s and no bi--h

Find yourself in serious shi-

Number 8: never keep no weight on you!

Them cats that squeeze your can hold jumps too

Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me

If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fu from police

If n--gas think you snitchin' they ain't trying to listen

They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'

Number 10: 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, 24 years on the wake up

Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up

Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed

Your girl f----d my man Jake up

Heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half of cake up

Heard she suck a good, and can hook a steak up

Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (uh)

Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite

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One, one, two, three, four, five

One, one, one, one, one, two, three, four, four, five

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

Ten)