Ten Crack Commandments

The "Ten Crack Commandments" is a training manual delivered by Notorious B.I.G. in his album, Life After Death. If a you slinga and wanna be blingin, you need to treat these commandments as if yo life depended on them. This book on slingin crack was written to help slingers and clockers maximize they profits, avoid 5-O and minimize their chances of gittin smoked.

Biggie was hittin all cylinders as he crafted the Ten Crack Commandments. Every aspiring clocker must live by these rules. In the (Part 1), we give you the commandments straight from the mind, soul and spirit of the Notorious B.I.G. Then in (Part 2) we come back with the indepth interpretation from some straight blingin street hustlers. Yo know dem boyz from da hood, the original crack masters: Mayhem, Pimp G, Pit Bull, Sling-Sling and Sin City. Follow these Ten Crack Commandments and you gon become a cash money millionaire, on the real tip!

Ten Crack Commandments by Notorious B.I.G. (Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine" Uhh it's the ten crack commandments What uhh uhh 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 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 pasta bake up, word up, uhh Crack king, Frank Blizzard Uhh (Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine" "Ten"

Ten Crack Commandments Interpreted by True OGs