Rule numbre 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 two, never let 'em know your next move Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence? Take it from your highness (uh-huh) I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for their bricks and chips

Number three, never trust nobody 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

Number four, I 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 goddamn credit? Dead it You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it

Seven, this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely separated 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 jums too

Number nine shoulda been number one to me If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police If šráci think you snitchin' they ain't tryna listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting 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