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[Currensy:] Yo, Jet Life This Spitta Ya'll know I ain't saying nan crack, no soap Let me get out Roddy way & let him do his thing. Feel me? I called in a professional! Here's a professional let me move [Young Roddy:] These my 10 crack commandments They can't tell me nothing bout this coke, nothing bout crack, nothing bout this weed This for my hustling niggas Niggas on the corner 24-7, I ain't forget you niggas Uh, this my tre-first commandments Aye! I been in this game for years, this shit made me a savage Word to the mama, my niggas they tote cannons Rule #1: No serving in front of cameras, cause that's the quickest way to get you thrown in the slammer #2: Scared money don't make loot First car, without a lisence, lil nigga making moves And if them jack boys got you nigga Then I move Cause it'll be another nigga dead on the news #3: That shit cold blood if you ask me Only speaking when I'm spoken to So barely do I speak SongtexteFrom talking out of turn, can get you 6 feet deep So you better pay attention, fore yo ass become dinner #4: I know we heard this before But my homie getting high on his own supply #5: Never hold no cash where you rest Cause it'll be more than them Jets coming for your neck #6: That goddamn credit... whatever You think a crackhead paying you back? Nigga never #7: I'm at the dice came, like "bet it" I win a few grand, spend it with a dope man #8: Never let no bitch hold your weight Cause in the hood, some days a nigga safe ain't even safe #9: I'm tired of coaching niggas how to grind Better cop a few rocks nigga Break em all down #10: Should've been #1 to me If you ain't getting pen'd, stay the fuck from police Like the Gingerbread Man, tell em' "Catch me if you can" Ain't tryna do no bid, fuck livin in the can But will a nigga like me ever snitch? Hell no Them goons will wack you in that rain, sleet, hail and snow Follow these rules have mad cash to rake up Make money easy like a layup Jets nigga These my tre-first commandments Aus Songtexte Mania