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

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten wife commandments I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get It's the ten wife commandments Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule nombre uno: Never let no chick know What you and your man do in the bedroom Might feel good when you in it And you probably want to admit it But it ain't nobody business Number two: Gotta be a pretty girl all the time (take it from your highness) Gotta build him up and make him strong You gotta be the only one he want Number Three: Gotta be a lady in the street And you gotta be a freak in the sheets But don't do too much (don't do too much) All my ladies singin' with me now Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Number four: I know you heard this before Tell him you love him before he step out the door Number five: Gotta let him with the pants You be a lady and you let him be the man Number six: not have to put down in the kitchen When he bring it home you gotta have a good new fix Seven, this rule is so underrated: Gotta keep your feelings and your money separated It's okay to let him have a troll But girl, you gotta have your own Do your own thing Number eight: Gotta keep your head game straight Number nine: Shoulda been number one to me Gotta take care of the family Number ten: Be careful of the people you meet When you 'round in the streets, you better listen to me Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Rules to this shit, step-by-step Rules to this shit, step-by-step, booklet For you to get, step-by-step Take it from your highness Step-by-step Keep your family and business completely separated Find yourself in serious shit Jealousy 'specially if that man fuck up Follow these rules, you'll have mad bread to break up It's the ten wife commandments Heard she hook a steak up, heard she hook a steak up It's the ten wife commandments Heard she hook a steak up

Why did you try to hurt me? I got to know Did you really want to kill me Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Why do we have to fight? Why must we fight? I have to defend myself From attack last night I know I am black You know you are white I'm proud of my black skin And you are proud of your white, so Why did you try to hurt me? Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Did you really want to kill me Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why We don't need no British Movement Nor the Ku Klux Klan Nor the National Front It makes me an angry man I just want to live in peace Why can't you be the same? Why should I live in fear? This fussing and fighting's insane With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot A Nazi salute and a steel capped boot You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes We chase you out the dance hall, We chase you through the door We chase you out the dance hall, We chase you through the door Cos' we can't take no more of this at all Cos' we can't take no more of this at all With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why You're too scared to make a speech during the light Without a thousand police protecting your rights To threaten and abuse, incite or fight But who will protect me from you in the night? Why did you try to hurt me? Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Did you really want to kill me Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D. I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine You plan your conversation to impress the college bar Just talking about your Mother and Daddy's Jaguar Wear your political T-shirt and sacred college scarf Discussing the worlds situation but just for a laugh You'll be working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine Just working at your leisure to learn the things you don't need The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D. I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time You're working for the rat race You're no friend of mine