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The Notorious B.I.G. "Ten Crack Commandments" DJ Premier sample
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Stimme und Gesang
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Cembalo
The Whispers
The Whispers
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter:in
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter:in
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter:in
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Produzent:in
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Mischtechniker:in
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Lane Craven
Lane Craven
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
"Prince Charles" Alexander
"Prince Charles" Alexander
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Rasheed Goodlowe
Rasheed Goodlowe
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Voletta Wallace
Voletta Wallace
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Rich July
Rich July
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Wayne Barrow
Wayne Barrow
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Lynn Montrose
Lynn Montrose
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Conrad Dimanche
Conrad Dimanche
Co-Produzent:in
DJ Mister Cee
DJ Mister Cee
Co-Produzent:in
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Ausführende:r Produzent:in

Lyrics

Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in Rangers
To leave them **** brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, here's twelve shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killin's clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies
Kill 'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else, yo' life is on the shelf
We mean this, Frank
Them cats we fuckin' wit' put bombs in yo' moms gas tank
Let's get this money, baby
They shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That's all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin' real, here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
Enough to cop a six, buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece, capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think about it now, that's damn near 1 point 5
I kill 'em all, I'll be set for life
Frank, pay attention
These muthafuckas is henchmen
Renegades, if you die, they still get paid
Extra probably, fuck a robbery
I'm the boss
Promise you won't rob 'em, I promise
But of course, you know I had my fingers crossed
**** bleed just like us
Picture me bein' scared of a **** that breathe the same air as me
**** bleed just like us
Picture me bein' shook
We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin' beef cook
**** bleed just like us
Picture a **** hidin'
My life in that man hands, while he just decidin'
**** bleed just like us
I'd rather go toe to toe with all of y'all
Runnin' ain't in my protocol
Since it's on, I call my **** Arizona Ron
From Tucson, push the black Yukon
Usually had the slow grooves on
Mostly rock the Isley
Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely
Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux
Heard it was sweet, 'bout 350 a piece
Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut
His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
That's when Rob vanished, came back speakin' Spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
Here's a criminal, **** made America's Most
Killed his baby's mother's brother, slit his throat
The **** got bagged with the toast, weeded
Took it to trial, beat it
Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it
"Nothing To Lose", tattooed around his gun wounds
Everything, the game, embedded in his brain
And me, I feel the same for this money and diamonds
"Specially if my daughter cryin', I ain't lyin'"
Y'all know the signs
**** bleed just like us
Picture me bein' scared of a **** that breathe the same air as me
**** bleed just like us
Picture me bein' shook
We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin' beef cook
**** bleed just like us
Picture a **** hidin'
My life in that man hands, while he just decidin'
**** bleed just like us
I'd rather go toe to toe with all of y'all
Runnin' ain't in my protocol
We agreed to go in, shootin' is silly
Because **** could be hidin' in showers with Mac Billy's, so I freaked 'em
The telly manager was Puerto Rican
Gloria, from Astoria, I went to war with her
Peeps in '91 stole a gun from my workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blaze they place, long story
Glo' seen my face, got shook
Thought a **** was comin' for the safe
Now she breakin', shut up, 112, what's shakin'?
A Jamaican, some bitches I swear
They look gay in a black Range Rover
Been outside all day
If it's trouble, let me know, I'll be on my way
Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make **** bleed
Nightmare this bitch don't need
Ron, get the gasoline
This spot, we 'bout to blow
Let's get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron, pass the gasoline
The **** pass me kerosene
Fuck it, it's flammable, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two opposite sexes
One black, one Malaysian
We in the hallway, waitin' patient
As soon as she hit the door, we start blastin'
I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughin', I swear to God
I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spinned around, shot the chick in the breast
She cryin', headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin' but Franklin faces
The spot's hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
That's when other guests start to slip in
It's time for us to get to dippin'
I know them **** in the Range is on they way up
Flippin', pistol grippin', I know the clip in
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us
I don't know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it
Through all the excitement
They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
Stupid motherfuckers
Written by: Carlos Broady, Nasheim Myrick, Sean "Puffy" Combs, Stevie Jordan, The Notorious B.I.G.
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