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  Its the ten crack commandments, what?
  Nigga cant tell me nothing about this coke
  Cant tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin niggas
  Niggas on the corner I aint forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas
  Ive been in this game for years, it made me a animal
  Theres 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 Nombre 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
  Dont you know bad boys move in silence and 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 momsll 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 4: I know you heard this before
  Never get high on your own supply
  Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at
  I dont care if they want an ounce, tell em bounce!
  Number 6: that goddamn credit? Dead it
  You think a crackhead paying you back, shit, forget it!
  7: this rule is so underrated
  Keep your family and business completely separated
  Money and blood dont mix like two dicks and no bitch
  Find yourself in serious shit
  Number 8: never keep no weight on you
  Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
  Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me:
  If you aint gettin bagged stay the fuck from police
  If niggas think you snitchin they aint tryna listen
  They be sittin in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin
  Number 10: 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, 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 
  Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite
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