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Ten Crack Commandments

The Notorious BIG2007年3月6日

歌詞

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Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments, what

 

Uhh, uhh

 

Ni**a can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh

 

Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this w**d

To my hustlin niggaz

 

Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggaz

 

My triple beam niggaz, word up

 

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TEN

 

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

It's rules to this sh*t, 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 f**ked up, get your a** 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 a** up, properly gassed up

Hoodie to mask up, sh*t, for that fast buck

She be layin in the bushes to light that a** 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, sh*t 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 b**ch

Find yourself in serious sh*t

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 f**k 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 f**ked 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

 

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Ten

 

 

***歌詞來自第三方***