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Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics – The Notorious B.I.G.

    Ten Crack Commandments is a popular song by The Notorious B.I.G. from the 1997 album Life After Death. Check words to The Notorious B.I.G. Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics in English below.

    Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics – The Notorious B.I.G. 

    [Chuck D]
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    It’s the ten crack commandments, what?
    Nigga can’t tell me nothing about this coke
    Can’t tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin’ niggas
    Niggas on the corner I ain’t forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas

    I’ve been in this game for years, it made me a animal
    There’s rules to this shit, 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 fucked up, get yo’ ass stuck up
    Number Two: never let ’em know your next move
    Don’t you know bad boys move in silence and 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 nobody
    Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up
    Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
    She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
    Number Four: I 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 an ounce, tell ’em, “Bounce!”
    Number Six: that goddamn credit? Dead it
    You think a crackhead paying you back? Shit, forget it
    Seven: this rule is so underrated
    Keep your family and business completely separated
    Money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch
    Find yourself in serious shit
    Number Eight: never keep no weight on you
    Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
    Number Nine shoulda been Number One to me:
    If you ain’t gettin’ bagged, stay the fuck from police
    If niggas think you snitchin’, they ain’t tryna listen
    They be sittin’ in your kitchen, waiting 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, “Hell 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 passed
    Your girl fucked my man Jake up
    Heard in three weeks, she sniffed a whole half a cake up
    Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
    Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh)
    Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite

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    Writer(s): The Notorious B.I.G.

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