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Biggie Smalls- Gimmie Tha Loot
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Biggie Smalls- Gimmie Tha Loot
Motherfuckers better know... huh, huhLock your windows, close your doorsBiggie Smalls, huh... yeah(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")[Notorious B.I.G.]My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my cribTurned himself in, he had to do a bidA one-to-three, he be home the end of '93I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tightand I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vestNo need for that, just grab the fucking gatThe first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his backWord is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and moveNigga, you ain't got to explain shitI've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave shipswith the same clip and the same four-fiveTwo point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to dieThat's my word, nigga even try to bogarthave his mother singing "It's so hard..."Yes Love, love your fucking attitudebecause the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwedand bruised up from the pistol whippingwelts on the neck from the necklace strippingThen I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches tooup the herring bones and bamboosI wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnantGive me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendantI'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is realWhen it's time to eat a meal I rob and stealcause Mom Duke ain't giving me shitso for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutterHuh, word to mother, I'm dangerousCrazier than a bag of fucking Angel DustWhen I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt napsI'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?(*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")[Chorus 8X]Gimme the loot, gimme the loot(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")[Notorious B.I.G.]Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick upand I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccupDon't let me fill my clip up in your back and head pieceThe opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreathYou're talking to the robbery expertStepping to your wake with your blood on my shirtDon't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistantcause when I lick shots the shits is persistentHuh, goodness gracious the papersWhere the cash at? Where the stash at?Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dugfrom the main thug, .357 slugAnd my nigga Biggie got an itchy one gripOne in the chamber, 32 in the clipMotherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peelbefore you find out how blue steel feelfrom the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweaterThe money getter motherfuckers don't have betterRolex watches and colourful SwatchesI'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop itMan, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings tooBitches get *strangled* for they earrings and banglesand when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockersAnd if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"So go get your man bitch he can get robbed tooTell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set itand if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it(*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")[Chorus 8X]Gimme the loot, gimme the loot(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")[Notorious B.I.G.]Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feetBut money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeepMan, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.Mand if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dreamHold up, he got a fucking bitch in the carFur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstarOoh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the backHit her with the gat...Yo chill, Shorty, let me do thatJust get the fucking car keys and cruise up the blockThe bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot(Oh shit! The cops!) Be cool, foolThey ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts(So why the fuck he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tookenI just came home, ain't trying to see Central BookingOh shit, now he lookin in my faceYou better haul ass cause I ain't with no fucking chaseSo lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shootA true motherfucker going out for the loot [ More Detail ]
by 40MuthaFuckinDollaz 5min4sec, Views:746, Ratings:5.00pt, Votes:3, Comments:1, Added at:08/08/24 [ DownLoad ]
Biggie Gets Kicked Out Of A Hotel [Old Throwback Footage]
Biggie Gets Kicked Out Of A Hotel [Old Throwback Footage] [ More Detail ]
Biggie feat. Eminem- Dead Wrong (remix)
Dead Wrong (remix)- Biggie feat. Eminem- Curtain Call: The Hits[Puff] Bad Boy baby[Big] Yeah.. yeah..Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah..[Puff] Yeah.. B.I.G. 2000B.I.G. 2000 Born Again.. c'mon..Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.The weak or the strong, who got it goin onYou're dead wrongThe weak or the strong, who got it goin onYou're dead wrong[Notorious B.I.G.]Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smokeThrow you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smokeBiggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayerThe hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayersHail Mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back, jab her if she actfunny with the money oh you got me mistaken honeyI don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paperThe Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honchoSwift fist like Camacho, I got somuch style I should be down wit the StylisticsMake up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake upSmell the indonesia; beat you to a seizureThen fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesiaShe don't remember shit! Just the two hits!Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dickAnd your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quickI guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby BrownI was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G"Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)[Notorious B.I.G.]When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustardTrust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rustedMove over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huhLeave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip itTears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech GDisrespect me - my potency is deadlyI'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybesHit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummySlit the wrist of little sisAfter she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepickbecause he wanted me to fuck him from the backbut Smalls don't get down like thatGot your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broomSlit him down the back and threw salt in the woundWho you think you're dealin with?Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussyStab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push.. meI'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semenThe black demon, got the little hookers screaminBecause you know I love it young, fresh and greenwith no hair in between, know what I mean?Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)[Puff] Ladies and gentlemen..[Eminem]There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism,Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbitsBut I don't get into that, I "kicked" the habit - I just,beat you to death with weapons "and" eat through the fleshAnd I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks freshI got a line in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocketand baby I'm just, dyin to cock himHe's ready for war, I'm ready for warI got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was rawMy "UZ's", heavy as yours, yeah you met me beforeI just didn't have "this" large an arsenal of weapons beforeMarshall "step's" in the door, "I"ll" lay your head on the floorWith your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wallred on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whoremet on the second, wed on the third,"and" she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrongChorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)Chorus repeats to fade..[Puff Daddy]Uh-huh, and we won't stop, because we can't stop [ More Detail ]
South Park - The Biggie Smalls Story
look in the mirror and say 3 at time biggie smalls and he comes and shot you in your head [ More Detail ]
Notorious B.I.G. Biggie Instrumental
notorious b.i.g. biggie instrumentalLyrics:[Lil' Cease]Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. niggaThe best that ever lived, the best that ever did itThe best that ever lived itCocksuckers, What's his name, huh?That's how we do it ya'llTo all my niggaz in the houseBad Boy, Who we die forAll day, everyday nigga[Verse 1]For the love of BIG, we bang outSince my man died, we don't hang outWe blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things outMafia World, all my niggaz max outWe Bad Boys, why ya'll niggaz cracked outCoward niggaz, most are burried down southFar from gangstas, really hush puppiesNiggaz bearly speak when we discuss moneyNiggaz stay yappin when there's always somethin funnyThe realest niggaz never took nuthin from meRock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk, and hate kidsGot niggaz on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and MatrixA yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel[Chorus: Lil' Cease &Notorious B.I.G.][Lil' Cease]To all my thugs who puffed himTo all my girls who hugged himYou love him, yell his name..I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my kneesNigga please, I cock and squeeze for..Mafia[Notorious B.I.G.]Representin BucktownMack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck downFace down, you know the routine, the creamEarings, you know the drama Biggie bring[Verse 2]For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock itOnce I got it, I lock itBanger, big city boy with deep pocketsSee me speak, that paper better be the topicI like my ice frozen like the AntarticI'm quick to finish it, your good to start itAnd with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hitI like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean teamMeshed out, fresh out, and stay greamsWe big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kingsI ain't got shit, I spread things, take thingsFuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the springMy nigga ill's holdin it down for the beamLike BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chainsStill tustle, still struggle, we feel painStill ride, still die for BIG's name[chorus][Verse 3]For BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wigNot cause of what he said, cause of what he didWhen I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and thats the way it is for..We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on cameraDo jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre, full of dirt like hampersI roll with a bunch of niggaz that wear bandanas and rep...We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrelB.K. style, see BIG howl, nowLets see who, wanna go against Mafia worldNiggaz nuthin but squirels, they know we rep...Niggaz tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gutWood style roll'em up, get plucked, nigga whatGo back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold toothsKnow my gat and bust for my nigga...[chorus][Lil' Kim]Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'zMake you drop to your knees, barly able to breatheMy bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lynOne for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...You know Frank kept me iced outMink dragon, seven figures in my bank accountAll that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get itUh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...All ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouthOr get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, EYa'll niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big MomaWho you love... for the Y2G, the two tenWe got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our ownCause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it upBIG missin us, shout him outhttp://www.lyricsmania.comhttp://www.metrolyrics.com [ More Detail ]
100k battle -- biggie , eminem, method man, crooked i, etc..
100k battle - powered by ursession.com -- looking for the next dope m.c. -- producers giving you free beats on the site for you to finally make the dopest song you ever thought of making - pete rock, j dilla, avila brothers, dj khalil, focus, wildfyer, dj muggs, dj revolution, dj q bert, dj babu, the alchemist, evidence and many more.....we are looking for the next big rap starrrrr! [ More Detail ]
by djkingtech 4min4sec, Views:8158, Ratings:5.00pt, Votes:8, Comments:6, Added at:08/03/29 [ DownLoad ]
Biggie smalls - juicy
this song reminds me of the past thats why i uploaded this music video enjoy :)"(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told meI'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above thebuildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police onme when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh[Verse One:]It was all a dreamI used to read Word Up magazineSalt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousineHangin' pictures on my wallEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley MarlI let my tape rock 'til my tape poppedSmokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stockWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjackWith the hat to matchRemember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-haYou never thought that hip hop would take it this farNow I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tightTime to get paid, blow up like the World TradeBorn sinner, the opposite of a winnerRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinnerPeace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid CapriFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug StarskyI'm blowin' up like you thought I wouldCall the crib, same number same hoodIt's all goodUh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh[Chorus:]You know very well who you areDon't let em hold you down, reach for the starsYou had a go, but not that many'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty[Verse Two:]I made the change from a common thiefTo up close and personal with Robin LeachAnd I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all daySpread love, it's the Brooklyn wayThe Moet and Alize keep me pissyGirls used to diss meNow they write letters 'cause they miss meI never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuffI was too used to packin' gats and stuffNow honies play me close like butter played toastFrom the Mississippi down to the east coastCondos in Queens, indo for weeksSold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speakLivin' life without fearPuttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's earsLunches, brunches, interviews by the poolConsidered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high schoolStereotypes of a black male misunderstoodAnd it's still all goodUh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga[Verse Three:]Super Nintendo, Sega GenesisWhen I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this50 inch screen, money green leather sofaGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeurPhone bill about two G's flatNo need to worry, my accountant handles thatAnd my whole crew is loungin'Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'Thinkin' back on my one-room shackNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her backAnd she loves to show me off, of courseSmiles every time my face is up in The SourceWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed usNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed usBirthdays was the worst daysNow we sip champagne when we thirst-ayUh, damn right I like the life I live'Cause I went from negative to positiveAnd it's all...(It's all good)" [ More Detail ]
Biggie-Hold Ya Head Raysen's Productions™© 2008(With Lyrics)
***LYRICS***VERSE 1Raysens Productions...When I die, f**k it, I wanna go to hellCuz I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to f**kin tellIt dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodiesDressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies.God'll probably have me on some real strict shitNo sleepin all day, no gettin ma dick lickedHangin wit the goodie-goodies, loungin in paradiseF**k that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot diceAll my life I've been considered as the worstLyin to my mother, even stealin out her purseCrime after crime, from drugs to extortionI know my mother wish she got a f**kin abortionVERSE 2I swear to God, I wanna just slit my wrist and end this bull shitThrow the magnum to my head threaten to pull shitAnd squeeze, until the bed's completely redI'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**kin Buddha headThe stress is buildin up, I can'tI can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mindI wanna leave I swear to God it feels like death is f**kin callin meBut nah you wouldnt understandYou see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New JackExcept when I crossover, there ain't no comin' backShould I die on the train track, like Ramo in BeatstreetPeople at the funeral frontin like they miss meMy baby mama kissed me, but she glad I'm goneShe know me and her sister had somethin goin onI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes,Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my liesVERSE 3It was all a dreamI used to read Word Up magazineSalt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousineHangin' pictures on my wallEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley MarlI let my tape rock 'til my tape poppedSmokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stockWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjackWith the hat to matchRemember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-haYou never thought that hip hop would take it this farNow I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tightTime to get paid, blow up like the World TradeBorn sinner, the opposite of a winnerRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinnerPeace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid CapriFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug StarskyI'm blowin' up like you thought I wouldCall the crib, same number same hoodIt's all good VERSE 4I've reached my peak, I can't speakCall my nigga Cheek, tell him that mah will is weakI'm sick of niggas lyin, I'm sick of bitches hawkinMatter fact, I'm sick of talkin [fades away] .......Raysens Productions [ More Detail ]
Smif N Wessun Biggie Tribute Video Freestyle
Smif N Wessun Biggie Tribute Video Freestyle Video song off of Prime Cuts Presents Well Done Volume 3 Mised by Dj Souljah In Stores Now [ More Detail ]
Jay-Z feat. Biggie Smalls - Brooklyn's Finest Remix
MP3: http://rapidshare.com/files/90035515/jayzbigremix.mp3.html[Jay-Z]Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat usThe number one question is can the Feds get usI got vendettas in dice games against ass bettersAnd niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas, take that with ya[Notorious B.I.G.]Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and lame scufflesPillow case to your face, make the shell muffleShoot your daughter in the calf muscleFuck a tussle, nickel-platedSprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related, most hated[Jay-Z]Can't fade it, while ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt sillyScared, so you sent your little mans to come kill meBut on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milliSqueezed off on him, left the paramedics breathin soft on himWhat's ya name?[Notorious B.I.G.]Who shot ya? Mob ties like SinatraPeruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yetTryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yetRolex and bracelets is frostbitRings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo Stick - who? (motherfuckers)Chorus: Jay-ZWhat, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawsBrooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fallYa crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play meI'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV(Jigga) Jay-Z[Notorious B.I.G.]Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's maliciousDelicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to richesFrom 62 gem stars, my moms dishesGram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin[Jay-Z]Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice GuyI twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistolsBlazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days InnWith New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride[Notorious B.I.G.]Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeperHere comes the Grim ReaperFrank Wright, need the keys to your Integra(That's right)Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told meYour holding more drugs than a pharmacyYou ain't harmin me, so pardon mePass the safe before I blaze the place and here's six shots just in caseChorus[Jay-Z]Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a fluYeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to doMade a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white hero(i)nNigga please, like short sleeves I bear armsStay out the way from hereon(Clear) gone[Notorious B.I.G.]Nea Gutter had two spotsThe two for five dollar hits, the blue topsGotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too HotIf Faith had twins, she'd probably have two PacsGet it? Tu-pac's?[Jay-Z]Time to separate the pros from the consThe platinum from the bronzAnd butter soft shit from the leather on the FonzThe S1 diamond from my eye class donA Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huhBrook Na, sippin on[Notorious B.I.G.]Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weatherThe M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc BuchanansUsually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin yaMad slugs though your Nautica, I'm warnin yaChorus [ More Detail ]
Gimme the Loot - Biggie Smalls
this clip-video is an unfortunate product of my free time. enjoy.if you end up liking this video, take a look at the rest of my videos. i dont have much, but i do what i can between school and videogames.... [ More Detail ]
Snoop, Biggie, 2 Pac, JT medley piano cover By David Sidesd
Snoop, Biggie, 2Pac, Justin Timberlake medley piano cover By David Sideswww.myspace.com/davidsides [ More Detail ]
Biggie Smalls Hypnotize
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by verlengkabeltjuh 3min51sec, Views:295108, Ratings:4.80pt, Votes:400, Comments:498, Added at:07/09/20 [ DownLoad ]
The Notorious B.I.G. feat. 112 - The Sky Is The Limit
One of the B.I.G.-est, BIG videos ever! [ More Detail ]
Biggie Irie - Nah Going Home
Jay Will teams up with Pyramid Ent. recording artist Biggie Irie from Barbados to make the video for the hottest soca song of the year, Nah Going Home. [ More Detail ]
by jaywillfilms 4min40sec, Views:69866, Ratings:4.90pt, Votes:82, Comments:69, Added at:07/08/25 [ DownLoad ]
Biggie smalls - My Downfall
Best Blogg Press - http://youtube-download-tutorial.blogspot.com/Easiest Way to DownLoad From YouTubePress the Link Biggie smalls - My Downfall [ More Detail ]
Biggie smalls - Somebody's Gotta Die
Best Blogg Press - http://youtube-download-tutorial.blogspot.com/Easiest Way to DownLoad From YouTubePress the Link Biggie smalls - Somebody's Gotta Die [ More Detail ]
Next Round: Biggie Smalls VS Thomas
Check out the new version here: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=KJRSxDgBVy8Here's the OG version mp3 from this video: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=8DZZF5X9here's the newer version (better bitrate)mp3 download: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=MT11HT4X [ More Detail ]
Biggie Smalls (Notorious B.I.G) - Things Done Changed
The first song (excluding the intro) from Biggie Smalls' debut album 'Ready To Die.' [ More Detail ]
by pac1nas2biggie3fan 3min58sec, Views:93941, Ratings:4.90pt, Votes:175, Comments:208, Added at:07/08/02 [ DownLoad ]
biggie smalls-10 crack commandments
click for lyrics on "more"whasupp y'all out their keepin it crackin fo shoall ya watchin this vid,why not give a click n check ma page for sum more shitaiiteee im out peace n blessing to y'all!Uhh, it's the ten crack commandmentsWhat, uhh, uhhNigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huhCan't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weedTo my hustlin niggazNiggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggazMy 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 animalIt's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manualA step by step booklet for you to getyour game on track, not your wig pushed backRule nombre uno: never let no one knowhow much, dough you hold, cause you knowThe cheddar breed jealousy 'speciallyif that man fucked up, get your ass stuck upNumber two: never let em know your next moveDon't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violenceTake it from your highness (uh-huh)I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chipsNumber three: never trust no-bo-dyYour moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed upHoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buckshe be layin in the bushes to light that ass upNumber four: know you heard this beforeNever get high, on your own supplyNumber five: never sell no crack where you rest atI don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounceNumber six: that god damn credit, dead itYou think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget itSeven: this rule is so underratedKeep your family and business completely seperatedMoney and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitchFind yourself in serious shitNumber eight: never keep no weight on youThem cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs tooNumber nine shoulda been number one to meIf you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listenThey be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittinNumber ten: a strong word called consignmentStrictly for live men, not for freshmenIf you ain't got the clientele say hell noCause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snowFollow these rules you'll have mad bread to break upIf not, twenty-four years, on the wake upSlug hit your temple, watch your frame shake upCaretaker did your makeup, when you passYour girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeksshe sniffed a whole half of cake upHeard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak upGotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhhCrack king, Frank BlizzardUhh [ More Detail ]