Ten Crack Commandments - 2007 chords by The Notorious B.I.G.

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Verse 1
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It's the 10 crack commandments,
woah 1, 2, 3, 4,
Man can't tell me nothing bout this coke 1,
2,
Can't tell me nothing bout this crack,
this weed, my hustla niggas 1, 2, 3,
Niggas on the corner,
I ain't forget you niggas
My triple B niggas 1, 2, 3,
4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 1
Damn, I been in this game for years
It made me an 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,
that cheddar breed jealousy
Especially if that man fucked up
Get your ass stuck up, number two
Never let them know your next move
Don't you know bad boys
move in silence
And violence take it from your irons
I done squeezed mad clips
at these cats
for they bricks and chips
Number three, never trust nobody
Your mom's set that ass up,
properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, for that fast buck
She be layin' in the bushes
to light that ass up
Number four,
know you heard this before
Never get an eye on your own supply
Number five, never sell no crack
where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce,
tell them bounce
Number six, that goddamn credit,
get it
You think a crackhead payin' 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 jumps too
Number nine,
should've been number one to me
If you ain't gettin' bags,
stay the fuck with police
If niggas think you snitchin',
they ain't tryin', listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen
Waitin' to start hittin' number 10
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 their money
rain, sleet, hail snow
Follow these rules,
you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, 24 years on the wake up
Slug hit your temple,
watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup
When you pass,
your girl fuck my man Jacob
Heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half a cake up
Heard she suck a good dick,
had to hook a snake up
Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up
Word up 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
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