Biggie

Biggie - Ten Crack Commandments lyrics

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Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments<br />

What, uhh, uhh<br />

Nigga can't tell me nothin' 'bout this coke, uh, huh<br />

Can't tell me nothin' 'bout this crack, this weed<br />

To my hustlin' niggaz<br />

Niggaz on the corner, I ain't forget you niggaz<br />

My triple beam niggaz, word up<br />

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine<br />

Ten<br />

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I been in this game for years, it made me a animal<br />

It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual<br />

A step by step booklet for you to get<br />

Your game on track, not your wig pushed back<br />

Rule numbre uno, never let no one know<br />

How much, dough you hold, 'cuz you know<br />

The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially<br />

If that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up<br />

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Number two, never let 'em know your next move<br />

Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence<br />

Take it from your highness<br />

(Uh, huh)<br />

I done squeezed mad clips at these cats<br />

For they bricks and chips<br />

Number three, never trust nobody<br />

Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up<br />

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Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck<br />

She be layin' in the bushes to light that ass up<br />

Number four, know you heard this before<br />

Never get high on your own supply<br />

Number five, never sell no crack where you rest at<br />

I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce<br />

Number six, that goddamn credit, dead it<br />

You think a crackhead payin' you back, shit forget it<br />

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Seven, this rule is so underrated<br />

Keep your family and business completely seperated<br />

Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch<br />

Find yourself in serious shit<br />

Number eight, never keep no weight on you<br />

Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too<br />

Number nine shoulda been number one to me<br />

If you ain't gettin' bags stay the fuck from police<br />

(Uh, huh)<br />

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If niggaz think you snitchin', ain't tryin' listen<br />

They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin' to start hittin'<br />

Number ten, a strong word called consignment<br />

Strictly for live men, not for freshmen<br />

If you ain't got the clientele say hell no<br />

'Cuz they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow<br />

Follow these rules, you'll have mad bread to break up<br />

If not, twenty-four years on the wake up<br />

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Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up<br />

Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass<br />

Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks<br />

She sniffed a whole half of cake up<br />

Heard she suck a good dick and can hook a steak up<br />

Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh<br />

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Crack king, Frank Blizzard<br />

Uhh<br />

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine<br />

Ten

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