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Uhh, its the ten crack commandments

What, uhh, uhh
^!$$% cant tell me nothin bout this !@%!e, uh-huh
Cant tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed

To my hustlin ^!$$%z
^!$$%z on the corner I aint forget you ^!$$%z
My triple beam ^!$$%z, word up


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I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
Its rules to this %#@!, 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**ked up, get your $$# stuck up

Number two: never let em know your next move
Dont you know bad boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)

I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your momsll set that $$# up, properly gassed up

Hoodie to mask up, %#@!, 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 crack where you rest at
I dont care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce

Number six: that God damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, %#@! forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated

Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood dont mix like two dicks and no (*##$
Find yourself in serious %#@!

Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me

If you aint gettin bags stay the f**k from police (uh-huh)
If ^!$$%z think you snitchin aint 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 aint got the clientele say hell no

Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules youll 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 pass
Your girl f**ked my man jake up, heard in three weeks

She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh


Crack king, frank blizzard
Uhh


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