Big Notorious Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics

Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics

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

 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  

 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  

 Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook 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