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Ten Crack Commandments
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(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
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Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments
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What, uhh, uhh
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Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh
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Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed
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To my hustlin niggaz
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Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggaz
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My triple beam niggaz, word up
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(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
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"TEN"
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I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
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It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
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A step by step booklet for you to get
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your game on track, not your wig pushed back
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Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
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how much, dough you hold, cause you know
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The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
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if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
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Number two: never let em know your next move
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Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
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Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
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I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
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Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
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Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
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Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
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she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
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Number four: know you heard this before
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Never get high, on your own supply
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Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
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I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
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Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
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You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
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Seven: this rule is so underrated
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Keep your family and business completely seperated
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Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
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Find yourself in serious shit
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Number eight: never keep no weight on you
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Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
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Number nine shoulda been number one to me
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If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
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If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
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They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
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Number ten: a strong word called consignment
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Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
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If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
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Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
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Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
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If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
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Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
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Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
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Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
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she sniffed a whole half of cake up
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Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
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Gotta go gotta go, more pasta bake up, word up, uhh
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Crack king, Frank Blizzard
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Uhh
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(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
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"Ten"
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Ten Crack Commandments
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Notorious B.I.G. |