Ten Crack Commandments
[Chuck D]1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
[Intro]It's the ten crack commandments, what?Nigga can't tell me nothing about this cokeCan't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggasNiggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas
[Verse 1]I've been in this game for years, it made me a animalThere's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manualA step-by-step booklet for you to getYour game on track, not your wig pushed backRule Nombre Uno: never let no one knowHow much dough you hold cause you knowThe cheddar breed jealousy 'speciallyIf that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck upNumber 2: never let 'em know your next moveDon't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence?Take it from your highnessI done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chipsNumber 3: never trust nobodyYour moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed upHoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buckShe be laying in the bushes to light that ass upNumber 4: I know you heard this before"Never get high on your own supply"Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest atI don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em "bounce!"Number 6: that goddamn credit? Dead itYou think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it!7: this rule is so underratedKeep your family and business completely separatedMoney and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitchFind yourself in serious shitNumber 8: never keep no weight on you!Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums tooNumber 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me:If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from policeIf niggas think you snitchin' they ain't trying to listenThey be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'Number 10: a strong word called "consignment"Strictly for live men, not for freshmenIf you ain't got the clientele, say "hell no!"Cause they gon' want they money rain sleet hail snowFollow these rules you'll have mad bread to break upIf not, 24 years on the wake upSlug hit your temple, watch your frame shake upCaretaker did your makeup, when you passedYour girl fucked my man Jake upHeard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half of cake upHeard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak upGotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up
Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite
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