The Ten Mack Commandments by Krazy Rhymez Lyrics
[Chuck D]
One two three four five six seven eight nine!
(Intro)
[Krazy Rhymez]
It's the Ten Mack Commandments, what!
Uh, can't tell me nothing about these chicks man
Can't tell me nothing about these shorty rocks, these J.O.'s
My Gassed Heads on the corner, I ain't forget you niggas
My Tip No Cream niggas, Cityslickaz, wadup? Uh
(Verse)
[Krazy Rhymez]
I been in this game for years, it made me an animal
There's rules to this shit, so Krazy wrote him a manual
A step-by-step booklet, on how to get, your game on track
And not no chick that's wack
Num-ambre Uno
Never let no hoe know how much roll you hold, because you know
Once you lose that self control and go bold
She gon' want that top spot, and take your gold, so play your role
Number Two
Always make sure you do, beat it right the first night, 'cuz if not you screwed
Bitches ain't tryna listen to that other riffin'
Either you flip it and get it in or be labeled the one that didn't
Number Three
Give her room but let her know her place
Shorty buggin' in your face? Then get that ass replaced!
I've been in this chase longer then the gooses
So if it's time to let her fly, let the bird go, no excuses
Number Four
I know you heard this before
You never denied off her first reply
Number Five
Always keep your swag where you rest at
I don't care if that ass is super round, never hound
Number Six
All that lettuce? Keep it in your debit
You think spending bread gon' make her love you? Shit, forget it!
(Number) Seven
This rule is so underrated, keep your niggas and your bitches completely separated
'Less ya chicky got some friends, then its looking like a win
'Cuz it ain't as much fun unless ya' homies get it in
Number Eight
Never state what hold weight on you
'Cuz the wrath of woman scorned won't look so great on you
Number Nine
Should of been Number One to me
If you ain't gon' bag then don't block your own peeps
But you young boys ain't never tryna listen
Be swinging through some hot vixens, then fucking up tradition
Number Ten
A small thing I call a prenup
'Cuz without it we stuck, she get half your peanuts
If she don't sign the contract then say hell no
'Cuz bitches gon' jump rain, sleet, hail, snow!
Follow these rules you'll have mad chicks to rake up
If not, twenty four years, on the wake up
Bitch living in your rental, giving you a pay cut
Taking papes to hit Jamaica
Damn she's trash, and that include with the makeup
Doesn't cook or clean, couldn't even hook a steak up
She fucking up your blunts, wouldn't even let her break up
Gotta go, gotta go! More chicks to facefuck, word up!
(Outro)
[Krazy Rhymez]
Mack Kingz! Krazy Rhymez! Gassed Heads!
L to the M, let's do this! Uh!
[DJ scratching Chuck D counting down]
One two three four five six seven eight nine!
(Intro)
[Krazy Rhymez]
It's the Ten Mack Commandments, what!
Uh, can't tell me nothing about these chicks man
Can't tell me nothing about these shorty rocks, these J.O.'s
My Gassed Heads on the corner, I ain't forget you niggas
My Tip No Cream niggas, Cityslickaz, wadup? Uh
(Verse)
[Krazy Rhymez]
I been in this game for years, it made me an animal
There's rules to this shit, so Krazy wrote him a manual
A step-by-step booklet, on how to get, your game on track
And not no chick that's wack
Num-ambre Uno
Never let no hoe know how much roll you hold, because you know
Once you lose that self control and go bold
She gon' want that top spot, and take your gold, so play your role
Number Two
Always make sure you do, beat it right the first night, 'cuz if not you screwed
Bitches ain't tryna listen to that other riffin'
Either you flip it and get it in or be labeled the one that didn't
Number Three
Give her room but let her know her place
Shorty buggin' in your face? Then get that ass replaced!
I've been in this chase longer then the gooses
So if it's time to let her fly, let the bird go, no excuses
Number Four
I know you heard this before
You never denied off her first reply
Number Five
Always keep your swag where you rest at
I don't care if that ass is super round, never hound
Number Six
All that lettuce? Keep it in your debit
You think spending bread gon' make her love you? Shit, forget it!
(Number) Seven
This rule is so underrated, keep your niggas and your bitches completely separated
'Less ya chicky got some friends, then its looking like a win
'Cuz it ain't as much fun unless ya' homies get it in
Number Eight
Never state what hold weight on you
'Cuz the wrath of woman scorned won't look so great on you
Number Nine
Should of been Number One to me
If you ain't gon' bag then don't block your own peeps
But you young boys ain't never tryna listen
Be swinging through some hot vixens, then fucking up tradition
Number Ten
A small thing I call a prenup
'Cuz without it we stuck, she get half your peanuts
If she don't sign the contract then say hell no
'Cuz bitches gon' jump rain, sleet, hail, snow!
Follow these rules you'll have mad chicks to rake up
If not, twenty four years, on the wake up
Bitch living in your rental, giving you a pay cut
Taking papes to hit Jamaica
Damn she's trash, and that include with the makeup
Doesn't cook or clean, couldn't even hook a steak up
She fucking up your blunts, wouldn't even let her break up
Gotta go, gotta go! More chicks to facefuck, word up!
(Outro)
[Krazy Rhymez]
Mack Kingz! Krazy Rhymez! Gassed Heads!
L to the M, let's do this! Uh!
[DJ scratching Chuck D counting down]