Crack BC

Lyrics

[Curren$y] Yo, Jet Life. I'm gonna do this fast this Spitta. Y'all know I ain't sell nann crack, no soap. Let me get out Roddy way and let him do his thing. Feel me? I called in a professional. Here's a professional, let me move and get out the way [Young Roddy & Curren$y] They can't tell me nothing 'bout this coke (I'm not trying to) Nothing 'bout crack, nothing 'bout this weed.(I'm not trying to) This for my hustling niggas Niggas on the corner 24-7, I ain't forget you niggas (I wouldn't try doing this I called in a professional) Uh, this my tre-first commandments [Verse 1: Young Roddy] I been in this game for years, this shit made me a savage Word to the momma, my niggas they tote cannons Rule number one, no serving in front of cameras Cause that's the quickest way to get you thrown in the slammer Number two, scared money don't make loot First car, without a lisence, lil' nigga making moves And if them jack boys got you nigga bet not move Cause it'll be another nigga dead on the news Number three, that shit 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 six feet deep So you better pay attention, 'fore your ass become dinner Number four, I know we heard this before But my homie getting high on his own supply Number five, never hold no cash where you rest Cause it'll be more than them Jets coming for your neck Number six, that goddamn credit, whatever You think a crackhead paying you back, nigga never Number seven, I'm at the dice game, like "bet it" I win a few grand, spend it with a dope man Number eight, never let no bitch hold your weight Cause in the hood, some days a nigga safe ain't even safe Number nine, I'm tired of coaching niggas how to grind Better cop a few rocks nigga, break 'em all down Number ten should've been number one to me If you ain't getting pinched, stay the fuck from police Like the Gingerbread Man, tell 'em "catch me if you can" Ain't tryna do no bid, fuck living in the can But will a nigga like me ever snitch, hell no Them goons will wack you in that rain, sleet, hail snow Follow these rules have mad cash to rake up Make money easy like a layup, Jets, nigga