Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics - Life After Death - Notorious B.i.g.

Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments 

What, uhh, uhh 

Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh 

Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed 

To my hustlin niggaz 

Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggaz 

My triple beam niggaz, word up 

(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine" 

"TEN"j 

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I been in this game for years, it made me a animal 

It'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 your ass 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 ass up, properly gassed up 

Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck 

she be layin in the bushes to light that ass 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 damn credit, dead it 

You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it 

Seven: this rule is so underrated 

Keep your family and business completely seperated 

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 jobs too 

Number nine shoulda been number one to me 

If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh) 

If niggaz 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 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 pass 

Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks 

she sniffed a whole half of cake up 

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Heard she suck a good dick, and can a steak up 

Gotta go gotta go, more pasta bake up, word up, uhh 

Crack king, Frank Blizzard 

Uhh 

(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine" 

"Ten"