Lyrics:
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
luck it never landed (Nah)
Stuck on your block forever stranded (Yea)
I live by the 10 crack commandments
Either you earn respect or you demand it
It's
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
-- all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
Notorious Biggie killer
Affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool
This the West Coast bitch, you misdemeanor
I'm raisin' hell like
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
the Qu'ran
And the Bible was written what is religion?
God's words or a curse like crack?
Shai tan's way of gettin' us back
Or just another one of my Black
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
Ugly little guns inside
Dumb Ten Crack Commandments
I knew them shit's
But I don't sell drugs nigga
I just use them shit's (Huh)
You ain't a gangsta, you
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
was told I wouldn't make it by this nigga in person
So I got a lot to prove
To the world, to the world
And to my true fan, this one's for you
That's me
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
him the poison
Gave him ten commandments and a pamphlet to follow
This world's like a xanny: too massive to swallow
Regurgitated what I consumed
Notorious when we in the booth now thats a BIG session
Keep the cars and clothes dont need the benz lexus
Feeling down keep ya head up bounce back and then we
night's crispy
Queensbridge, a trife city dilapidated slums
I've seen political homicides and
Crack related ones pac and Biggie
God bless 'em I don't know
Dumbo 1-0
Before you started smokin' crack
Your life was beautiful
But we ain't come here to hear 'bout
All the shit you used to do
"I got 250K to battle
[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]
Yeahh, worrd
I remember I met this one bitch
Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty
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