There's a scripture in the Mac Bible that says

'He that trusts a ho, shall surely be broke'

'Pressure busts a pipe that make water run uphill'

Alotta you niggas talk that shit

But half you niggas ain't real

Will the real niggas stand up and be counted

Or lay down and be mounted

Cuz this game is not a playground, it's a classroom

It's not a holiday, but an educational process

And experience is your greatest teacher

So listen to the gangsta mack preacher

Macks do what they want, bustas do the best that they can

From half of a gangstas start, is a sucka's dream

In the game God said, that he would send a G

With the street ethnics and G-Code

With the gangsta Ten Commandments

And the gangsta Ten Commandments shall read:

'Thou shall kill a snitch'

'Thou shall check a bitch'

'Thou shall charge a ho'

'Thou shall send a sucker'

'Thou shall respect the G'

'Thou shall pack that steel'

'Thou shall keep it real'

'Thou shall flex his G's'

'Thou shall stack his green'

'Thou shall stay true to his game'

See I'm a gangsta, not a prankster

I don't pull rabbits out of my hat

But I will pull a strap from behind my back

Now how 'bout that!