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Utwór: G-Code

  • wykonawca: Juvenile
  • album: Tha G-code
  • wyświetleń: 1839

[Lil Wayne:]
  I ain't terrified from nuthin'
  I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
  Better watch me cuz I'm coming
  With a oven by my stomach
  I'm scramblin' for the money
  Tape ya up like a mummy
  Call ya people and tell 'em
  I need 50 for this dummy
  I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
  Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
  Dumpin' fire and bustin'
  Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
  Stealin' killin' and rapin
  Runnin' climbin and chasin
  Strugglin hustin' to make
  Get it got it I take it
  Watch ya Chevy mister
  Move ya purse miss
  Cuz I tote heavy pistols
  And man they burst quick
  It's too late to hesitate
  I was told there'd be better days
  But shit that was yesterday
  And still I haven't ate
  But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
  These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
  Can't hide it though
  I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
  That's my G-code
    [Chorus [Lil Wayne]:]
  Now put ya box in the mud
  Get ya glocks in ya gloves
  Ride drops on dubs
  We gon' live by that
  Make the snitches catch a cut
  Soldier pistol nigga what
  Hit the block and open up
  We gon' die by that
  [repeat]
    [Juvenile:]
  We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
  Foreign properties and pack some menthals
  Got us a fire connect and went off
  Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
  Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
  Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
  Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
  Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
  Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
  The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
  Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
  Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
  Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
  Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
  Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
  We stuck to the code we lived and died by it
    [Chorus:]
    [Juvenile:]
  If war ever came we held the fort down
  Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
  Stayed on point to make some more green
  Get our stash away from dope fiends
  Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
  Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
  We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
  Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
  We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
  Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
  24/7 all around the clock
  We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
  We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
  Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
  Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
  We stuck to the code we lived and died by it
    [Chorus x 2]
  

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