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 or 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 jobs 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