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the notorious b.i.g. - ten crack commandments lyrics

[chuck d]
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[intro]
it’s the ten crack commandments, what?
n-gga can’t tell me nothing about this c0ke
can’t tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin’ n-ggas
n-ggas on the corner i ain’t forget you n-ggas, my triple beam n-ggas

[verse]
i’ve been in this game for years, it made me a animal
there’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 yo’ -ss stuck up
number 2: never let ’em know your next move
don’t you know bad boys move in silence and violence?
take it from your highness
i done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
number 3: never trust n0body
your moms’ll set that -ss up, properly g-ssed up
hoodied and masked up, sh-t, for that fast buck
she be laying in the bushes to light that -ss up
number 4: i know you heard this before
“never get high on your own supply”
number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at
i don’t care if they want a ounce, tell ’em “bounce!”
number 6: that godd-mn credit? forget it
you think a crackhead paying you back, sh-t forget it!
7: this rule is so underrated
keep your family and business completely separated
money and blood don’t mix like two d-cks and no b-tch
find yourself in serious sh-t
number 8: never keep no weight on you!
them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
number 9 shoulda been number 1 to me:
if you ain’t gettin’ bagged stay the f-ck from police
if n-ggas think you snitchin’ they ain’t tryna to listen
they be sittin’ in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin’
number 10: 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, 24 years on the wake up
slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
caretaker did your makeup, when you p-ssed
your girl f-cked my man jake up
heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half a 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

crack king, frank wiz-zhite

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