Lyrics:
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)
[Kool G. Rap]
New
man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out,
make a toast cause we made the most
From where we can and now the name is known
The oath was to keep it G then it became the code
Now let's make a toast
in with the g
I can't let you nigga's take me out my fucking zone
I'm in that mode ten years strong
And im going to stick to the code
So peep
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
than I do a nigga
See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'se a nigga
We got rules and codes, G's and hoes
Friends and foes, ride or get rode
on dat
Everybody got stripes and we all stay strapped
Always keep it G code you can bet on black
This is real life pussy put yo life on dat (ayeee)
I talk
we got da Hoes... keep a G code... don't mistaken my city for a Westwego...
Kennabruh hook... 1x...
Steelo verse 3:
Still love my city though I lost
Yeah on behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by the following content
and the H-Beezey
I can't be late
I'm gone see ya when I could
Here's Juve on the hip
Let 'em know it was all good
[Juvenile]
Oh oh there she go
On the way
By the code of the streets this Game ain't free
You can live or die or starve or Eat
Ya potna hatin' keep it brief and Discreet
Ya girl flakin' need
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
back in time,
[B.I.G.]
now i'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
some uncles who killers (for real)
Who baggin' someone who ain't play by the code (yeah)
My favorite rapper my cousin (yeah)
I looked up to him ever
My niggas got me
Smooth sails eatin' steaks
Bringin' frozen lobsters in
Control the space we mafia, out
Scratching "I live and die by the code
on beast mode
My niggas winning
Some blue doc and some weed smoke
My niggas winning
We still live by the G code niggas winning
My niggas winning my niggas
foolery
What ever happened to the G-Code
We know they know he know she know that I’m going back in beast mode
What ever happened to the G-Code
Oh damn what
Fuck the bro code
Been in G mode
That's the G code
Trials tribulations, basic energy flow
Master my alchemy, inner G gold
Forbidden knowledge around
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
up like a g walk round this bitch and let my nuts hang
Had to make a play I deal in codes just like I'm bill gates
How long did it takes who gives
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