Curren$y - Crack BC lyrics

[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 n***as n***as on the corner 24-7, I ain't forget you n***as Uh, this my tre-first commandments Aye! I been in this game for years, this sh** made me a savage Word to the mama, my n***as 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 n***a making moves And if them jack boys got you n***a Then I move Cause it'll be another n***a dead on the news #3: That sh** cold blood if you ask me Only speaking when I'm spoken to So barely do I speak From talking out of turn, can get you 6 feet deep So you better pay attention, fore yo a** 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? n***a 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 b**h hold your weight Cause in the hood, some days a n***a safe ain't even safe #9: I'm tired of coaching n***as how to grind Better cop a few rocks n***a Break em all down #10: Should've been #1 to me If you ain't getting pen'd, stay the f** from police Like the Gingerbread Man, tell em' "Catch me if you can" Ain't tryna do no bid, f** livin in the can But will a n***a 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 n***a These my tre-first commandments