The Notorious B.I.G. - Ten Crack Commandments (2007 Remaster)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this Crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've 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 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 yo' ass stuck up Number 2: 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 3: 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 4: I know you heard this before "Never get high on your own supply" Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em "bounce!" Number 6: that goddamn credit? Dead it You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it! 7: 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 8: never keep no weight on you! Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me: If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police If niggas think you snitchin' they ain't trying to listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting 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 they 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 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 Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10... 10)