Never Let Em Know Your Next Move Lyrics is sung by The Notorious B.I.G. Never Let Em Know Your Next Move Lyrics is written by Christopher E Martin & Khary Kimani Turner. The name of the song is Ten Crack Commandments.
Song Details
| Song Title | Ten Crack Commandments |
| Singer | The Notorious B.I.G. |
| Songwriter | Christopher E Martin & Khary Kimani Turner |
Never Let Em Know Your Next Move Lyrics
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It’s the ten crack commandments, what?
N***a can’t tell me nothing about this coke
Can’t tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin’ n****s
N****s on the corner I ain’t forget you n****s, my triple beam n****s
I’ve been in this game for years, it made me a animal
There’s rules to this s**t, 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 f****d up, get yo’ a*s stuck up
Number two: never let ’em know your next move
Don’t you know bad boys move in silence and violence?
Take it from your highness (Uh huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for their bricks and chips
Number three: never trust nobody
Your moms’ll set that a*s up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, s**t, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that a*s 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 an ounce, tell ’em “bounce!”
Number 6: that g*****n credit? Dead it
You think a crackhead paying you back, s**t, 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 b***h
Find yourself in serious s**t
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 f**k from police
If n****s think you snitchin’ they ain’t tryna 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’re gon’ want their 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 make-up, when you passed
Your girl f****d my man Jake up
Heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half a cake up
Heard she suck a good d**k, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh)
Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite
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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
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