One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine   It's the ten *** commandments, what   N**** can't tell me nothin' 'bout this ***   Can't tell me nothin' 'bout this ***, this ***      To my hustlin' ***   *** on the corner I ain't forget you ***   My triple beam ***, word up   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 s***, 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 *** up, get your *** 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   I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips      Number three, never trust nobody   Your moms'll set that *** up, properly gassed up   Hoodie to mask up, s***, for that fast buck   She be layin' in the bushes to light that *** up      Number four, know you heard this before   Never get high on your own supply   Number five, never sell no *** where you rest at   I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce      Number six, that God*** credit, dig it   You think a *** head payin' you back, *** forget it   Seven, this rule is so underrated   Keep your family and business completely separated      Money and blood don't mix like two *** and no ***   Find yourself in serious s***   Number eight, never keep no weight on you   Them cats that squeeze your *** can hold jobs too      Number nine, shoulda been number one to me   If you ain't gettin' bags stay the f*** from police   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 *** my man Jake up, heard in three weeks   She sniffed a whole half of cake up   Heard she suck a good *** and can hook a steak up   Gotta go, gotta go, more pots to bake up, word up      *** king, Frank Whi'zza   One, two, three, four, five   One, two, three, four, five   One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten