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G-Code (Ft. 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 itWatch 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 Carroll ton Holly grove

That's my G-CodeNow put ya box in the mud

Get ya glocks in ya gloves

Ride drops on dubs

We gon' live by thatMake the snitches catch a cut

Soldier pistol nigga what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by thatNow put ya box in the mud

Get ya glocks in ya gloves

Ride drops on dubs

We gon' live by thatMake the snitches catch a cut

Soldier pistol nigga what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by thatWe raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls

Foreign properties and pack some menthols

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 inJack 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 itNow put ya box in the mud

Get ya glocks in ya gloves

Ride drops on dubs

We gon' live by thatMake the snitches catch a cut

Soldier pistol nigga what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by thatIf 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 aloneWe 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 itNow put ya box in the mud

Get ya glocks in ya gloves

Ride drops on dubs

We gon' live by thatMake the snitches catch a cut

Soldier pistol nigga what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by thatNow put ya box in the mud

Get ya glocks in ya gloves

Ride drops on dubs

We gon' live by thatMake the snitches catch a cut

Soldier pistol nigga what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by that

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