I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this ish, 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 effed 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 (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 *** up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, ish, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that *** up
Number four: know you heard this before
Don't Make a move until you know what it do
Number five: never trade a player, unless ya know what he's worth
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think an opponent payin you back, ish forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two d*cks and no b*tch
Find yourself in serious ish
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 eff from MikeT
If playazthink you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
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 effed 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 pasta bake up, word up, uh