Notorious B.I.G. - Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics

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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" 

I 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 weight 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 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 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 they 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 
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up 
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh 

Crack king, Frank Blizzard 
Uhh 

[Chuck D] "One two three four five six seven eight nine" 
"Ten"

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lyrics submitted by Blake Chapman
lyrics corrected by Matt Pankracij on 25-01-2009