Ten Crack Commandments (instru
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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, 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 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 Number 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 their bricks and chips
Number 3, never trust no-bo-dy
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 2 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 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

Overall Meaning

In "Ten Crack Commandments," Biggie provides a step-by-step guide for those who want to succeed in the drug game. He shares practical advice on how to maintain secrecy and avoid getting caught, as well as how to manage money and relationships. Biggie uses street language and a confident, authoritative tone to convey the seriousness of the business and the need to be cautious and vigilant. With its catchy beat and memorable verses, "Ten Crack Commandments" is a classic example of Biggie's storytelling and lyrical prowess.


At the core of the song is the message that the drug game is not for the faint of heart. It requires discipline, strategic thinking, and a thick skin. Biggie warns against getting too comfortable and urges listeners to stay alert at all times. He emphasizes the importance of avoiding the pitfalls of the game, such as trusting too easily or relying on drugs to cope with the stress. Through his lyrics, he encourages listeners to pursue their dreams but also to be responsible and mindful of the consequences of their actions.


Line by Line Meaning

It's the ten crack commandments, what?
These are my rules for dealing drugs – ten important commandments to follow in order to stay safe and make money.


Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
I know everything there is to know about selling cocaine.


Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas
Same goes for crack and weed, and the people I work with in the drug trade.


Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas
I remember my fellow drug dealers on the streets who use triple beam scales to measure drugs.


I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I've been selling drugs for a long time and it has changed me into a dangerous person.


It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
I created a guidebook to help others navigate the drug trade and avoid getting caught.


A step-by-step booklet for you to get
I created a detailed, step-by-step guide to help people become successful drug dealers.


Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
My guide will help you stay on the right track and avoid getting killed or arrested.


Rule Number Uno, never let no one know
The first rule is to never tell anyone how much money you have, because they might get jealous and rob you.


How much dough you hold cause you know
Don't let anyone know how much money you have in order to avoid being robbed.


The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
Money breeds jealousy, especially in the drug trade.


If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
If someone messes up, they might get robbed or killed as punishment.


Number 2, never let 'em know your next move
The second rule is to keep your plans and movements a secret to avoid getting caught or robbed.


Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence?
I follow the Bad Boys code of being quiet and using violence to solve problems.


Take it from your highness
Listen to me, the king of the drug trade.


I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for their bricks and chips
I've shot at people and stolen drugs from them.


Number 3, never trust no-bo-dy
The third rule is to not trust anyone, even family or friends, because they might betray you in order to make money.


Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Even your own mother might betray you by setting you up for a robbery or arrest.


Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
Someone might rob you while wearing a hood and mask in order to make money quickly.


She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
Your mother might hide in bushes or other places to attack you and steal your money or drugs.


Number 4, I know you heard this before
The fourth rule is one that everyone should know.


Never get high on your own supply
Don't use your own drugs or you might become addicted and lose your profits.


Number 5, never sell no crack where you rest at
Don't sell drugs near where you live, because the police might catch you or people might rob you.


I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce!
Even if someone wants to buy a lot of drugs, don't sell to them if it's not safe.


Number 6, that goddamn credit? Dead it
Don't give anyone credit to buy drugs, because they might not pay you back.


You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it!
Crack addicts are unreliable and probably won't pay you back.


7, this rule is so underrated
The seventh rule is important but not many people talk about it.


Keep your family and business completely separated
Don't mix your drug trade with your family life, because it can lead to dangerous situations.


Money and blood don't mix like 2 dicks and no bitch
Mixing money with family can be as messy and disastrous as mixing two penises with one woman.


Find yourself in serious shit
It's possible to end up in very bad situations if family and business are combined.


Number 8, never keep no weight on you!
The eighth rule is to not carry drugs or large amounts of cash with you, because it's dangerous.


Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
Even someone who robs you might get robbed themselves, so it's best to not carry valuable items around with you.


Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me
The ninth rule is the most important one to me.


If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police
Avoid the police at all costs, because even if you aren't caught, being around them can worsen your reputation among other drug dealers.


If niggas think you snitchin' they ain't trying to listen
If others believe you are cooperating with the police, they won't trust you.


They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
People might come to your house to attack you if they think you are working with the police.


Number 10, a strong word called consignment
The tenth rule is about a specific type of drug deal called consignment.


Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
Consignment is only for experienced drug dealers, not beginners.


If you ain't got the clientele, say "hell no!"
If you don't have enough customers, don't agree to a consignment deal.


'Cause they gon' want they money rain sleet hail snow
If you do agree to a consignment deal, expect the person you're working with to want their money even in bad weather or other difficult situations.


Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If you follow these rules, you'll make a lot of money selling drugs and have plenty to divide among your team.


If not, 24 years on the wake up
If you are caught by the police, you could spend 24 years in prison.


Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
If you are shot, you'll feel it in your head and your body will shake.


Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
If you die, someone else will have to take care of your body and prepare you for burial.


Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
Someone's girlfriend had sex with another man and the news spread quickly.


She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Someone's girlfriend used a lot of cocaine in a short amount of time.


Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
People have heard that the same girlfriend is good at oral sex and can cook steak well.


Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up
I'm busy and need to go sell more drugs, so that's all for now.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, KHARY TURNER, KHARY KIMANI TURNER

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Stay Weird Studios

Number one
The challenge, demand satisfaction
If they apologize, no need for further action
Number two
If they don't, grab a friend, that's your second
Your lieutenant when there's reckoning to be reckoned
Number three
Have your seconds meet face to face
Negotiate a peace
Or negotiate a time and place
This is commonplace, 'specially 'tween recruits
Most disputes die, and no one shoots
Number four
If they don't reach a peace, that's alright
Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site
You pay him in advance, you treat him with civility
You have him turn around so he can have deniability
Five
Duel before the sun is in the sky
Pick a place to die where it's high and dry
Number six
Leave a note for your next of kin
Tell 'em where you been
Pray that hell or heaven lets you in
Seven
Confess your sins
Ready for the moment of adrenaline when you finally face your opponent
Number eight
Your last chance to negotiate
Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight
Alexander
Aaron Burr, sir
Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature?
Sure
But your man has to answer for his words, Burr
With his life? We both know that's absurd, sir
Hang on, how many men died because Lee was inexperienced and ruinous?
Okay, so we're doin' this
Number nine
Look 'em in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage you require
Then count
One two three four
Five six seven eight nine
Number
Ten paces
Fire



Puto Amo

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 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 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' they ain't tryin' to 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 Whizzite
Uhh



JC1118

I've 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 Number 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 their bricks and chips
Number 3, never trust no-bo-dy
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 2 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 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



Kevin Kush

Dicen qué hay talento solo me dejo lavar
Ojitos chiquititos que me empiezo a elevar
Más allá , más allá
Con la madre inspiración

En un viaje perfecto nos vamos para Plutón



Tú sabes que no te miento , te juro tengo talento
Me siento un raper completo
Sus barras son escremento
Te fluyó en todo talento
Me mantengo en movimiento
Te juro que no hay frenos
Cuando me monto en esto


Siempre con las ganas escupiendo fuego
Quiero ese himpala
Para mi juguete nuevo

raper blanco
Los maltrato
Me siento todo un diablo
En cada verso que canto
A tu cora le da infarto

Quiero más, dame más , mamasita dame más
Quiere más , dale más
El blanquito quiere más
El sonido que se escucha aquí por la instrumental



Neil Goulding

10 commandments, pieces i boast
So high i havent landed fiendin some toast
Chinked my eyes but i see ya on the ropes, last hope- show yall whom is dope
In sloped position, what i think is fucked up- your thinking is completely different
I have unique figments, on the mic im rippin leaves ya tongue twist or twisted
Never simplistic rhymes, Inquisitive N.R.G on the grind, at the perfect timing ya dick
My wallet thanks to Wallace is thick thanks for the lick, no bad predicaments
Biggie hand me the stacks and chips i just made off of this
Oh btw hand me some crack with it (;

-N.R.G, One love 'eNeRGy'



J.MCofc1

5 bith type atriz
Meu mano solta essa beat
Q subo pique aladin
No corre a buscar do din
Só Money q eu tô afim
Na peita do djocovick
Quem manda J mc
Busca lá no meu jardim

Que Pique pique assim
Por isso morro tentando
Os bota fala q sou ruim
No gueto n tô falhando
Nois quem somos os palhacinho
Mundialmente falando
Fechadão com a BGK
Nois tá fumando e andando



Alexander Harris

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep pretty baby, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby.

Cares you know not, therefore sleep
While over you a watch I'll keep
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby.



Worthi

If a man with a big ass beard can create commandments out of stone
And if Notorious, with a bag of master raps can become a legend lone
Then I see no reason to pull bars back when there's a chance to explode
Lemme let you know how some shit flows on a 30-bag and some patrone


Command 1:
Love your brethren and
All people under the sun
Unless they're pedophiles
Hidin from society seekin
Children, in which case
Break some lead out your Mac11

Command 2:
Don't be so egotistical
And if you're municipal
Listen to the people
And don't rule from the steeple
Instead choose to localize your free throws
Get to know the citizens and the heros

Command 3:
Respect your mother enduring birth
And your father for bacon and teachin works
If they weren't there for you then curb
Your thoughts and don't complain
Nobody wants to hear it day after day
They got paid and helped you remain, show appreciation

Command 4:
Just like three, respect your elder's stories
They got bits of advice strong as concrete
And experience and wisdom, so give em
A chance, they deserve it, they labored the land
Make it a guideline to visit with Raisin bread
And flip a couple pages in a book you read

Command 5:
Too many humans have already lost their souls to history
Don't kill a dude just for material things, there's enough tree
To go around, and enough money to greedy up a whole town
If he's wronged you then settle it with fists or use your wordin sounds
If family was injured purposely then rip off what he used to abuse
And hurt the relative, relative to however serious the damage be


And now substitute the last five, with all of these
Cause God knows people need to be reminded
Every single time a neuron flips in your mind
It's also due to the fact that it's a potential book
I don't wanna write, at least right now cause it's 2:49



barra133

U desnoj ruci olovka mi stoji
Tino pare broji
Ruka mi se malo znoji
Oko mene svi su tu
Oko mene svi su moji
To mi emocije goji
Za taj uspjeh ja se borim
Za taj uspjeh hrabro stojim
Jer se samo Boga bojim
Vidi vako nije bilo lako
To mora znati svako
U startu daj se samo jako
Priča počinje ovako,
zborit cu mudro
Da bi te u dušu tako,
Probudi se iz začaranog kruga
Slusaj me sta zborim
u meni nađi druga
Često past ces na dno
To se zove tuga
Al to nije kraj rekao sam tu sam znaj
Kad padnes na dno skoči high
Puno ce te karati znaj
Al smotaj jedan, mood je high
Nemoj bit jak ko lav Budi jak ko zmaj
Da shvatiš ovu poruku
Posvećujem freestyle
Prenosim ti znanje
Da si upućen u stanje
Kakvo desit ce se sranje
Ako pustiš drugom Da gazi tvoje zvanje
upusti se u vode nek te same vode
Majka te je rodila
Nisu donjele te rode
Dobro dosao na svijet gdje su bitne mode
Najjači među svima samo može opstati ovde.
Radi puno i sanjaj veliko
Tvoje snove srušit neće niko
Za put koji gaziš treba srce ti veliko
Ispred sebe zgrabi sve ono što si piko
Kad ja budem viko
Ti posadjen si plod
Sad si već Visoko niko
Ostala je granica koja te dijeli
dal ćeš biti crni il onaj dobri bijeli
Kojeg svako voli kojeg svako cijeni
Cuj me svijete cijeli ovo je lavlja rika
Nije poziv njemi , nit je slijepa pruga
Probudi se iz začaranog kruga
Slusaj me sta zborim
u meni nađi druga
Često past ces na dno
To se zove tuga . TUGA
Stisni jako korak
zivot tvrd je orah
Stisni jako zube
Okus moze biti gorak
Metak moze biti pravi
Moze biti corak
izgradi se ko toranj
Pozitivan voljan
Jer smo jaki ljudi drito sa Balkana
Nekome je otac majka nekome je nana
Rodis se bez mana i sa bezbroj dana
Iskoristi svaki, probaj proć bez rana.
Poslije svega lošeg doće ljepša strana
Doci ce i svjetlost od samog Boga dana..



Boss Man

Raw Brain

[Verse one]

Yo bitch, I'm the one with the raw brain
You'll get chopped up all day with saw blades
And see when y'all gays all wake
Check the closet for the boogeyman Coz I've gone way
Too fucking crazy for this shit, and you're maybe on my hit list bitch
You'll be like "the way he fucking spits his shit, is just insane jeez I can't fricking spit shit like it" Coz each verse, gets me hurt Coz I've gone too hard on it I can't walk I don't think my knees work, and every single battle is me first Coz then I'll win before they start Coz I'm beserk, I'm a savage dog let off the chain
And I've got the same, flow as big tho I'll never take his spot in fame but I ain't black and not his weight, meet me in the block I'll wait, gun drawn get shot by a glock in the face



Libia Henao

número 1 ahh! vean como los ambiciosos de este juego lo intentan todo de nuevo
estoy en un edificio alto escribiendo la solución de mis sueños
mientras unos ya lo intentan voy por mi camino ciego esperando a que la fama no me llegue primero

número 2 tengo letras crudas antes que barrotes de acero
caminando por el barrio esperando a que se forme un mierdero
mientras médito como papá y mamá empezaron desde cero
yo en la vida el único progreso que he visto es tener errores desde pequeño

número 3 no estoy celoso pero no quiero que estés con el, sólo quiere sexo y despues tu corazón va ha romper
y tendré que asoliar tus ojos cuando empiezen a llover
voy hacer un cambio de clima en ti aunque me vaya a doler
número 4 voy con mi sonido de novato en mi mente pidiendo no ver a mis socios con un costal por el barrio



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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, 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 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 Number 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 their bricks and chips
Number 3, never trust no-bo-dy
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 2 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 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



Bryan Bonilla

writing to the beat
most wanted on the street
spitting and killing
all my boys we gone get it big profit we splitting
get rich is the mission stay toting we legit
with the shit like it running down ya leg
we gotcha running with the lead you did a number 2
when i lifted up the tool
carpenter how im banging on his roof
keep the arm and hammer on my belt i got the tools



starshaped

10 crack commandments
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 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 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' they ain't tryin' to 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 Whizzite
Uhh



Tiago tdv

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[Intro]
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, my hustlin' niggas
Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas

[Verse 1]
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 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



ProdBySnowy

[Chuck D]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[Intro]
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, my hustlin' niggas
Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas

[Verse 1]
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 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

Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite

[Premier Scratching]
(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)



Justin Lacek

Ay yo, I smack the canvas, with these 10 rap commandments,
My plan is, to cause damage like charles Manson;;
Lyrical expansions with biblical enchantments
These dope semantics, can cause temporal contractions;

This intricate, rhyme syndicate, is like omnipotent,
serendipitous lyricist wit

yo..



Oscar Norkus

All my trouble started with the lil bit of weed,
Started dealing cause I got it cheap,
Money tasted really sweet,
Now I'm driving a four wheel jeep,
But every story has there ending
Just to live this life was a Fuckin blessing,
For some reason I started stressing,
Thats when My life turned around ,
someone snitched for half of pound,
Now that's six cops found underground
Money always brought more problems
Even tought you can buy sexy models
Open up wodka and gin bottles
Its hard to stay in the game,
Slip up and get framed
I'll be the one to get all the blame
MC Ozzy remember the name ,
Government doesn't listen thats a shame,
This world is really fucked up
Innocent people gets locked up ,
Judge wont even listen ,
They blame you for previous conviction
These facts are real not fiction
My flow is like heroin addiction
Saving Donkey sluts its not my mission,
Girls say there loyal but there actually slutty
They fuck behind your back even with your buddy
All they really care is about the money
Until they have a seed in there tummy
And they say look I'm not fit to be mummy,
If you like to fuck a lot
Start raising your child and get a job



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JN S

This beat taught me how to count, thank you DJ Premier

Justice Shannon

premo beats are funk plus 3. the tempo is like the meters.. simple samples.. no 808 on purpose scratches are like verses... find the 92 interluses on daily operation

Uncivil Beats

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Emari Carter

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Genetically Superior

JN S u should thank chuck d

sozasavage -_-

Omg this comment made me laugh so hard I wheezed lmao I think my lungs just collapsed xD

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PlusUltraAdrian

This beat is the embodiment of hip hop.

stcroixsaxmaster

Old school hip hop...not today's crap!

Corey Who

@stcroixsaxmaster listen to the song Headstone by Flatbush zombies, every single bar and sentence is an homage and shootout to a 90s hip hop song or artist. Fantastic song for anyone who loves 90s rap.

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jay Blackwell

This is a cold ass beat! stay tuned, I'm gonna lay it down soon for y'all on this!

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