Tytuł: Ten Crack Commandments

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[Chuck D] "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
  
  Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments
  What, uhh, uhh
  Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh
  Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed
  To my hustlin niggaz
  Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggaz
  My triple beam niggaz, word up
  
  [Chuck D] "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
  "TEN"
  
  I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
  It'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 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 your 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 no-bo-dy
  Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
  Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
  she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
  Number four: 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 god damn credit, dead it
  You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
  Seven: this rule is so underrated
  Keep your family and business completely seperated
  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 drums too
  Number nine shoulda been number one to me
  If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
  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 fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
  she sniffed a whole half of cake up
  Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
  Gotta go gotta go, more pasta bake up, word up, uhh
  
  Crack king, Frank Blizzard
  Uhh
  
  [Chuck D] "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
  "Ten"
  
  
  [ Thanks alan sparkman for correction ]