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It's the ten [bad word]  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
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I been in this game for years, it made me a animal [bad word] to this [bad word]  I wrote me a manual
step by step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back [bad word] number uno, never let no one know
How much, dough you hold, 'cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
If that man [bad word] up, get your [bad word] 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 [bad word] nobody
Your moms'll set that [bad word] up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, [bad word]  for that fast buck
She be layin' in the bushes to light that [bad word] 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 [bad word] credit, dig it
You think a crack head payin' you back, [bad word] forget it
Seven, [bad word] is so underrated
Keep your family and [bad word] 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 [bad word] no
'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow

Follow [bad word]  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
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