Notorious B.I.G Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics

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

Uhh, its the ten crack commandments
What, uhh, uhh
n____ cant tell me nothin bout this c__e, uh-huh
Cant tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed
To my hustlin n____z
n____z on the corner I aint forget you n____z
My triple beam n____z, word up

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

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
Its rules to this s___, 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___ed up, get your a__ stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Dont 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 momsll set that a__ up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, s___, for that fast buck
She be layin in the bushes to light that a__ 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 dont care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that God d___ credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, s___ forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood dont mix like two d___s and no b____
Find yourself in serious s___
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 aint gettin bags stay the f___ from police (uh-huh)
If n____z think you snitchin aint 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 aint got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules youll 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 pass
Your girl f___ed my man jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good d___, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh

Crack king, frank blizzard
Uhh

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