Inspired by Biggie's "ten cracc commandments"...not my best, but peep it anyway...gimme feedbacc please
Listen bitches as i school yo ass like a group of baby fishes/
let it be knows this is just a class, you can never surpass the misses.
Today's lesson is the game, playin and gettin played/
listen carefully, take notes, and i promise you got it made.
Rule number one is the nigga is wrong/
neva admit to shit...'it wasnt me'....i know you know da song/
hold out, by the end of the night his anger will be gone/
slip da card bacc in his wallet you deep throatin his slong.
Number two...and this one is as important as shit/
what you fuccin do-never trust another bitch/
watch her like a hawk-dont let her so much as flinch/
cuz if she say she aint had none in weeks, best believe ya man is scratchin dat itch.
Number three...theres no such thing as platonic/
you think that shits forreal then you need hooked on phonics/
she might seem like a nice girl now but she might turn demonic/
he gotta be hittin her too, unless she plague like the chronic.
Number four...niggas play this game like the dirty dozen/
that chicc you seen in the pic is not his fuccin cousin/
you say they was kissin, he say they wasnt/
dont think talkin to her will clear things up, cuz believe me, it doesnt.
Rule number five...dont fight another chicc/
if yo aint got a ring yo yo finger then you aint defendin shit/
i dont care what he drive or how good he can dicc/
cuz while y'all breakin nails, he already plottin his next tricc.
Number six....it aint a myth...1 out of 8 niggas is gay/
theres some signs to look for if you suspectin foul play/
he wanna sticc it in the ass like every single day?/
pacc dat muthafucca up and send him on his way.
Number seven...theres no such thing as off limits/
;you know his best friend is fine as hell, dont be actin timid/
everybody is fuccin everybody, he brought himself in it/
faithfullness in a single word is just "the man's gimicc".
Number eight...the whole world is turnin bi/
you either diccin or you liccin...no room to verify/
nuttin wrong wit it=you hit him wit a 3 some when you wuz high?/
fess up to that shit, theres no need for you to lie.
Number nine...its called the thin red line/you never know when he's gonna get violent one time/
punchin holes through walls is a very clear sign/
keep ya purse close by in case you forced to out da nine.
The last rule...number ten is about the dicc/
unless you wanna get him hooked on head, dont be volunteerin da shit/
there is such as too big, and yo shit will split/
and dont ever commit witout him liccin da clit.
Lesson number one has just ended/
i know some shit was vulgar, i'm sorry if youre offended/
these rules arent writtin in concrete, meanin theres rules for bendin/
whatever you do, watch yoself, remember thats the first ammendment.
Listen bitches as i school yo ass like a group of baby fishes/
let it be knows this is just a class, you can never surpass the misses.
Today's lesson is the game, playin and gettin played/
listen carefully, take notes, and i promise you got it made.
Rule number one is the nigga is wrong/
neva admit to shit...'it wasnt me'....i know you know da song/
hold out, by the end of the night his anger will be gone/
slip da card bacc in his wallet you deep throatin his slong.
Number two...and this one is as important as shit/
what you fuccin do-never trust another bitch/
watch her like a hawk-dont let her so much as flinch/
cuz if she say she aint had none in weeks, best believe ya man is scratchin dat itch.
Number three...theres no such thing as platonic/
you think that shits forreal then you need hooked on phonics/
she might seem like a nice girl now but she might turn demonic/
he gotta be hittin her too, unless she plague like the chronic.
Number four...niggas play this game like the dirty dozen/
that chicc you seen in the pic is not his fuccin cousin/
you say they was kissin, he say they wasnt/
dont think talkin to her will clear things up, cuz believe me, it doesnt.
Rule number five...dont fight another chicc/
if yo aint got a ring yo yo finger then you aint defendin shit/
i dont care what he drive or how good he can dicc/
cuz while y'all breakin nails, he already plottin his next tricc.
Number six....it aint a myth...1 out of 8 niggas is gay/
theres some signs to look for if you suspectin foul play/
he wanna sticc it in the ass like every single day?/
pacc dat muthafucca up and send him on his way.
Number seven...theres no such thing as off limits/
;you know his best friend is fine as hell, dont be actin timid/
everybody is fuccin everybody, he brought himself in it/
faithfullness in a single word is just "the man's gimicc".
Number eight...the whole world is turnin bi/
you either diccin or you liccin...no room to verify/
nuttin wrong wit it=you hit him wit a 3 some when you wuz high?/
fess up to that shit, theres no need for you to lie.
Number nine...its called the thin red line/you never know when he's gonna get violent one time/
punchin holes through walls is a very clear sign/
keep ya purse close by in case you forced to out da nine.
The last rule...number ten is about the dicc/
unless you wanna get him hooked on head, dont be volunteerin da shit/
there is such as too big, and yo shit will split/
and dont ever commit witout him liccin da clit.
Lesson number one has just ended/
i know some shit was vulgar, i'm sorry if youre offended/
these rules arent writtin in concrete, meanin theres rules for bendin/
whatever you do, watch yoself, remember thats the first ammendment.
