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The Notorious B.I.G.( ノトーリアス・B.I.G. )
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Ten Crack Commandments
作詞:Chris Martin, Christopher Wallace
One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothin' 'bout this coke 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
One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
I 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 your ass stuck up
Number two, never let 'em know your next move Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence An' violence, take it from your highness I done squeezed mad clips at these cats For they bricks an' chips
Number three, never trust nobody 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 もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce
Number six, that goddamn credit, dead it You think a crack head payin' you back, shit, forget it Seven, this rule is so underrated Keep your family an' business completely separated
Money an' blood don't mix like two dicks an' no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number eight, never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jumps too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me If you ain't gettin' bags, stay the fuck from police If niggaz think you snitchin', they ain't tryna 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 an' can hook a steak up Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up
Crack king, Frank Blizzard One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
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