Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics

Ten Crack Commandments lyrics

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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

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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 gassed 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 pass



Your girl *** 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 pots to bake up, word up



*** king, Frank Whi'zza

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