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notorious big - ten crack commandments lyrics

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(chuck d) one two three four five six seven eight nine

uhh, it’s the ten crack commandments
what, uhh, uhh
n-gg- can’t tell me nothin bout this c-ke, uh-huh
can’t tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed
to my hustlin n-gg-z
n-gg-z on the corner i ain’t forget you n-gg-z
my triple beam n-gg-z, word up

(chuck d) one two three four five six seven eight nine
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i been in this game for years, it made me a animal
it’s rules to this sh-t, 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 one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
the cheddar breed jealousy ‘specially
if that man f-cked up, get your -ss stuck up

number two: never let em know your next move
don’t you know bad boys move in silence or violence
take it from your highness (uh-huh)
i done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips

number three: never trust no-bo-dy
your moms’ll set that -ss up, properly g-ssed up
hoodie to mask up, sh-t, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that -ss up

number four: know you heard this before
never get high, on your own supply

number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
i don’t care if they want a’ ounce, tell ’em bounce

number six: that god d-mn credit, dead it
you think a crackhead payin you back, sh-t forget it

seven: this rule is so underrated
keep your family and business completely seperated
money and blood don’t mix like two d-cks and no b-tch
find yourself in serious sh-t

number eight: never keep no weight on you
them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too

number nine shoulda been number one to me
if you ain’t gettin bags stay the f-ck from police (uh-huh)
if n-gg-z think you snitchin ain’t tryin listen
they be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin

number ten: a strong word called consignment
strictly for live men, not for freshmen
if you ain’t got the clientele say h-ll no
cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow

follow these rules you’ll have mad bread to break up
if not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
caretaker did your makeup, when you p-ss
your girl f-cked my man jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
heard she suck a good d-ck, and can hook a steak up
gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh

crack king, frank blizzard
uhh

(chuck d) one two three four five six seven eight nine
ten

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