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with me
Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleep
Ain't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G
Now Ricky

grown
Only talk to my prince on the phone
Free J.B. bitch he on his way home
Gotta stick to the code, no matter the weather this clip in my Glock gone be

game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Angels & demons
Beauties & Beasts
Bitches & hoes
Prisons & prescients
Stay

Playa Like Me and Yo

Twista, Do or Die

Sex, Money, and Drugs

2010

and doze to pros got called 

by the po-po, save it for the phone doe 

Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal 

Took a chill, but I still

the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? 
It's all good, baby baby (check it)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa

without you my house is not a home
So why you got my phone
You can't unlock my phone
You ain't got the right
Plus you ain't got the code
You know I'm

slow just to notice
It 'cause depression isn't seen
Maybe if we took time like
The theft of someone's G-
Shocking, ain't it? I've been making
An effort

take a step back
Started making fan sites of artists that could rap
Pasted some code in an IM to start up
AOL choked, it was frozen on the markup
Came

Balling with G O D all we do is win

Shout out to the bros
Opening the Holy Book, basing my life, stick to the code
Opening the Holy Book, devil got shook,

do anything else)

Check it out, baby, we're talking to you

Hear this beat, it's done by me

I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?

People

da g code
I saw dem Jordan's didn't think that I peeped those
Come out dem Jordan's
You know dat I need those
You see dis chain on my neck
Just got

thinkin past bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that
Fat shit I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped

leave me
My son looking up to me nigga we eating
Imma go teach him the code breaking the mold
This be the matrix I found out the codes
Hmmm hmmm yeah yeah

Anything Goes

Master P

The Ghettos Tryin to Kill Me!

1994

Growing up in the Calliope  New Orleans to be exact g 

I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me 

I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my

We got checks like Nike
Money excite me
See the cash, ahh, eee
Now the jakes can't stop me
Keep my money overseas
Some where by palm trees
Do this

faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie

a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big

Roll Call Reloaded

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone

feel
When It's cold
I can't feel anymore
If I drink
Then I roll up
Heat up by my own
Them fake bitches
Young FigaDro
Don't mix with anyone
Check down
Got

Monster Muzik

Cam'ron

Gunz n' Butta

2011

I tell your bitch, "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masturbate it!"
Don't catch feelings man 
How she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin' like

never snitch live by the code

Money coming in it's by the load
Got so many bitches I'm like inny miney moe
I go through so much and never get no time

for
A visa and some mentos
And then I gotta G.O
On to the next
Bout to go pick me up a check
My neighbor call for some adderall’s
Hold on I be there in

printed outta plastic
I'm made from G code
In da fifth dimension
With my mental actions
One life no reload
Only psycho bitches
Wanna fuck the goat
I'm no

Bitch call me up I told her hoe don't call my phone

Uh let it breath real quick
I'm so blessed
Praise the most high you know what it is

Uh
Feeling cold