| It’s the ten crack commandments, what?
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| Nigga can’t tell me nothing about this coke
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| Can’t tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas
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| Niggas on the corner I ain’t forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas
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| I’ve been in this game for years, it made me a animal
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| There’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
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| A step-by-step booklet for you to get
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| Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
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| Rule Number Uno: never let no one know
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| How much dough you hold cause you know
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| The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
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| If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
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| Number 2: never let 'em know your next move
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| Don’t you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence?
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| Take it from your highness (Uh huh)
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| I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
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| Number 3: never trust nobody
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| Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up
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| Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
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| She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
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| Number 4: I know you heard this before
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| «Never get high on your own supply»
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| Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at
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| I don’t care if they want an ounce, tell 'em «bounce!»
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| Number 6: that goddamn credit? |
| Dead it
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| You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it!
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| 7: this rule is so underrated
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| Keep your family and business completely separated
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| Money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch
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| Find yourself in serious shit
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| Number 8: never keep no weight on you
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| Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
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| Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me:
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| If you ain’t gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police
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| If niggas think you snitchin' they ain’t tryna listen
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| They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
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| Number 10: a strong word called «consignment»
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| Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
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| If you ain’t got the clientele, say «hell no!»
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| Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow
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| Follow these rules you’ll have mad bread to break up
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| If not, 24 years on the wake up
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| Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
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| Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
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| Your girl fucked my man Jacob
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| Heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half a cake up
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| Heard she suck a good dick, and can cook a steak up
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| Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh)
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| Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ten Crack Commandments , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп