From the recording Harmony Mistress

Lyrics

I've been in this game for years, it made me an 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 Number 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 2, never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence
Take it from your highness
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for their bricks and chips

Number 3, never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll 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
(Oh light that ass up)

Can't tell me nothing bout this coke
Cant tell me nothing about my hustlin’
My homies on the corner I ain't forget you
Takes notes on my
Ten crack commandments

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 don't care if they want a 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

Can't tell me nothing bout this coke
Cant tell me nothing about my hustlin’
My homies on the corner I ain't forget you
Takes notes on my
Ten crack commandments

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 ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police
If homies think you snitchin' they ain't trying to 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 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, 24 years on the wake up

Can't tell me nothing bout this coke
Cant tell me nothing about my hustlin’
My homies on the corner I ain't forget you
Takes notes on my
Ten crack commandments

Gotta go gotta go