Think of it as the bill of rights explained with Rap Lyrics

It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke (uh-huh)
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas, uh
Niggas on the corner, I ain't forget you niggas
My triple beam niggas (word up)
Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an 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 numbre 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' ass stuck up
Number two, 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 their bricks and chips
Number three, never trust nobody
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, s***, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four, I know you heard this before
Never get high on your own supply
Number five, never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce
Number six, that goddamn credit? Dead it
You think a crackhead paying you back, s*** forget it
Seven, this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix like two d***s and no b****
Find yourself in serious s***
Number eight, never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the f*** from police
If niggas think you snitchin' they ain't tryna listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting 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 passed
Your girl f***ed my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good d***, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uh

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