Thug Commandments

Don't choke on that, homeboy, blow it out Don't sip on that drink, pour a little out Let your life reflect what comes outta your mouth And never pull out your piece unless you dumpin' out Never fear no man but know when to run Leave no man standin' till the battle is won And when it's gettin' real good, better pull it out When niggas front, don't give up, my brother, sweat it out And don't smoke what you don't roll up And act right if you know you can't fight Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours There's a one percent chance that it might be another man's And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments Stop cuffin' that young girl, let her breathe Be a father to your kids, not hell disease No doo-rags in the Lord's house Trust in the Lord, but keep a glock in your house When you talkin' to a man, look him dead in his eye Never get high, come on on your own supply Gotta think fast, stash your little cash Watch them snake niggas, they slither in the grass And don't smoke what you don't roll up And act right if you know you can't fight Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours There's a one percent chance because it might be another man's And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments We fall down but we get up We sell out and we reap up And we keep watch from the roof tops for the cops Hive snitches, tap telephone switches And we get paid but we won't sell Right back slang, new story to tell Goes around and 'round like [Incomprehensible] And never changes, that's all the game is And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments We fall down but we get up We sell out and we reap up And we keep watch from the roof tops for the cops Hive snitches, tap telephone switches And we get paid but we won't sell Right back slang, new story to tell Goes around and 'round like [Incomprehensible] And never changes that's how the game, kid