Karaoké Ten Crack Commandments The Notorious B.I.G.

It's the ten crack commandments

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Nigga can't tell me nothing 'bout this coke

Can't tell me nothing 'bout this crack, this weed

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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 an 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 'cos 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

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

'Cos 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

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Crack King

Frank Wiz-zhite

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