Ten Crack Commandments

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 It's the ten crack commandments, what?
 Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
 Can't tell me nothing about this crack
 This weed, for my hustlin' niggas
 Niggas on the corner, I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas
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 I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal
 There's rules to this shit, 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 fucked 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 they bricks and chips
 Number three, never trust nobody
 Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
 Hoodied and masked up, shit, 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, shit, forget it
 Seven, this rule is so underrated
 Keep your family and business completely separated
 Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
 Find yourself in serious shit
 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 fuck from police (uh-huh)
 If niggas think you snitchin', they ain't trying to 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, 24 years on the wake up
 Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
 Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
 Your girl fucked my man Jake up
 Heard in three weeks, she sniffed a whole half a 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, uh
 Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite
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