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This is what came out of the tape recorder that night when I was listening to the voices Listen to me RIP Biggie Yeah I ain't 'bout to talk about the crack, 'cause I ain't live through that This the ten commandments of the trap Rule number one, be brief on them jacks Rule number one, you better keep your strap Rule number two don't be loose with your loot Rule number two gotta shoot for your crew Remember this too, don't be sending niggas moves Shouldn't be in the trap if your ass [?] Rule number three, don't be jugging where you be Niggas get greedy, fuck 'round send the police Rule number four, you know young bull Your ass better watch that back door Rule number five, don't be fucking up your grind Don't get high off your own supply Rule number six, if you riding with them bricks Don't be havin' all them chickens in the whip Rule number seven like you rollin' seven-eleven What you want what you get, better watch what you sellin' Every day a bitch arrest, niggas out this bitch tellin' Nigga want a hundred bricks and he a triple fuckin' felon Rule number eight, don't be stingy with the plate SongtexteEvery time I had some food, man all my niggas ate Rule number nine, don't trust 'em, they get high Don't front the nigga nothing, count his money every time Rule number ten, everybody know you got 'em in Every plug fuckin' with you, they keep coming back again Put the pressure on them niggas if you feel they really soft If he fall while we coppin' then my niggas runnin' off [?] all of that shopping then a nigga getting robbed Cut the middle man out and go see papi for the raw Aus Songtexte Mania