Year: 109 Views 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me about this coke Can't tell me about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the I ain't you niggas, my beam niggas I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal It's to this shit, I me a manual A step-by-step for you to get Your game on track, not your wig back Rule Uno, let no one know How much you hold you know The breed 'specially If that man up, get yo' ass up Number 2, let 'em know your next move Don't you know Bad Boys move in and violence?

Ten Crack Commandments is a song by American rapper The Notorious B.I.G. On disc two of his final studio album, ‘’Life After Death’’. It was written by B.I.G. (credited under his legal name, Christopher Wallace) along with Christopher Martin who also produced the song under his stage name DJ Premier. In “Ten Crack Commandments,” Biggie presents himself as the Moses of the drug game, juxtaposing the force of God with the dark forces of capitalism, much like Jay Z’s “D'Evils” As in.

Take it from your highness I done mad at cats for bricks and chips Number 3, trust no-bo-dy Your moms'll set that ass up, gassed up Hoodied and up, shit, for that fast buck She be in the to that ass up Number 4, I know you this before Never get high on your own supply Number 5, sell no where you rest at I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce! Number 6, that credit? Serial dilution sources of error in measurement formula.

Dead it You a paying you back, shit it! 7, this rule is so underrated Keep your and completely separated Money and don't mix like 2 and no bitch Find in shit Number 8, keep no on you! Them cats that your guns can hold jums too Number 9 been 1 to me, If you ain't gettin' stay the fuck from police If think you snitchin' they ain't to listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, to hittin' Number 10, a word consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele, say 'hell no!' 'Cause they gon' want they rain hail snow Follow rules you'll have mad to up If not, 24 on the wake up Slug hit your temple, your shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed Your girl my man Jake up, in weeks She a half of cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a up Gotta go go, more pies to bake up, word up.

So, this is a special battle. Like Slenderman vs Jack, it was an old, normal battle in my original series, but when remade, it got a better story. It's inspiried, if not obvious, by Trump vs Scrooge and A Christmas Carol. The karate kid hindi dubbed movie download. So, without further ado. My second holiday special, Vanilla Ice vs Macklemore. Note: Andre is a narrator, to clarify. Battle Andre 3000: It was a late, somber, night, a cold Christmas Eve.

Vanilla Ice was asleep livin’ the Amish dream. Little did he know, that that night, he would meet, A man named Ben, that would awake him to a treat. Macklemore: Hey, Ice, get up, I got a message to deliver. It’s important. Vanilla Ice: Ugh, dude, couldn’t this wait until morning? Macklemore: I’ve seen you’re a crap rapper, so I came to pay you a visit, I got the spirits to raise the ceiling, now listen up for a minute.

Many people call you crap, but I’ve come to be constructive, I don’t mean to bug your sleeping career, but I need to interrupt this, So every hour that passes by, you’ve got someone comin’, I’m the Informer, just call me Snow, this is your first instruction: You’re simple. You need to amp the message you’re demonstrating. Take it from the man who gives same love to all the population.

Leave ‘em Hooked, like I did, give a reason for recognition. Don’t crack Under Pressure, Open Your Eyes to great composition. Now, just do that, and you’ll be speaking my language. I gotta go now, I think I’ve finished explaining. Andre 3000: And with the snap of a finger, Macklemore left the room. And, a lost little boy, what was Robert van Winkle to do? He was confused and annoyed, he was awoken from slumber, Poor Vanilla thought the farm work had done him a number.

So the man asked himself Vanilla Ice: Man, what the hell was that about? How did he get in? I was just trying to sleep, and Macklemore just stepped in. I don’t like him anyways, he’s too preachy and pompous. He’s broke and ill fashioned, and his rapping is just toxic and noxious. I appreciate the fact you care for me, but you didn’t have to do this.

Does my ended career matter more than your blowing of Ryan Lewis? I’m just going to try to sleep again, that was a little weird.