Biggie - Ten Crack Commandments Lyrics
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Chorus: You know very well who you are. If this song really means something special to you, describe your feelings and thoughts. The album sold over 18 million copies worldwide and is one of the best selling hip-hop albums of all time.
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this. In his book, LAbyrinth, LAPD officer Russell Poole probes the circumstances and figures involved in the shootings. 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 pies to bake up, word up, uhh Crack king, Frank Blizzard Uhh Chuck D One two three four five six seven eight nine Ten Thanks to Na for these lyrics.
The Notorious B.I.G. - Ten Crack Commandments - Number 10, a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele. Remember Rappin' Duke, duh- ha, duh- ha.
Biggie Smalls - Juicy lyrics. Highlight lyrics and explain them to earn Karma points. Intro: Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me. I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the. Buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on. Me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,And all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh- ha, it's all good baby bay- bee, uh. Verse One: It was all a dream. I used to read Word Up magazine. Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine. Hangin' pictures on my wall. Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped. Number 10, a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele. Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak. Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Reject behind them and get as analogy as 10 audit problems physicists 10 crack commandments lyrics rap genius song…. Lyrics to 'Ten Crack Commandments' song by NOTORIOUS B. Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my hustlin niggaz Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget you. Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock. Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack. With the hat to match. Remember Rappin' Duke, duh- ha, duh- ha. You never thought that hip hop would take it this far. Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight. Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade. Born center, the opposite of a winner. Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner. Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri. Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky. I'm blowin' up like you thought I would. Call the crib, same number same hood. Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, you know. Chorus: You know very well who you are. Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars. You had a go, but not that many'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty. Verse Two: I made the change from a common thief. To up close and personal with Robin Leach. And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day. Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way. The Moet and Alize keep me pissy. Girls used to diss me. Now they write letters 'cause they miss me. I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff. I was too used to packin' gats and stuff. Now honies play me close like butter played toast. From the Mississippi down to the east coast. Condos in Queens, indo for weeks. Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak. Livin' life without fear. Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears. Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool. Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school. Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood. And it's still all good. And if you don't know, now you know, you know. Verse Three: Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis. When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this. Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur. Phone bill about two G's flat. No need to worry, my accountant handles that. And my whole crew is loungin'Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'Thinkin' back on my one- room shack. Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back. And she loves to show me off, of course. Smiles every time my face is up in The Source. We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us. No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us. Birthdays was the worst days. Now we sip champagne when we thirst- ay. Uh, damn right I like the life I live'Cause I went from negative to positive. And if you don't know, now you know, you know. And if you don't know, now you know, you know. And if you don't know, now you know, you know. Representin' B- Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh. Uh, yeah, a- ight baybeh baybeh. 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. It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual. A step by step booklet for you to getyour game on track, not your wig pushed back. Rule nombre uno: never let no one knowhow much, dough you hold, cause you know. The cheddar breed jealousy 'speciallyif 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 buckshe 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 weeksshe 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.
And she loves to show me off, of course. Condos in Queens, indo for weeks. Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, you know. Don't hesitate to explain what songwriters and singer wanted to say. Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply. Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr.
