first and foremost lesson we teach is how to hustle/ if u aint on the roster of bosses,we dont trust u/ hate the player not the game,its off tha muscle/ on the strength of being a real nigga,proffits double/ the traps stay jumpin,hop over seas like its a puddle/ big faces and pits without the muzzle/ learn who to trust and who not to serve to/ some things never spoken ,call em earth rules/ when its production based,call that commercial/ my bags all taylor made,converse n,trues/ early crack commandments taught hood niggaz street virtues/ watch out for them hood rats who sent to watch u like birds do/ sometimes a nigga bank roll speak a better story of who he is,reserve a few/ vip and hiden booths,no time like curfew-cut em loose/ talkin sideways and reverse too,tryna trap u,we play by many rules/10 steps ahead is how i move,my minds intuned/ play this shit out like rehersal ,u niggas cut like steven earkle,hate to murk u,get a bag,get a bag