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The Code
by Merkules
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Yeah
This song is dedicated
To all rats, snitches and cop callers
We don't like you
Someone had to say it
I wake up and brush my teeth and as soon as I'm finished
I congratulate myself for minding my fuckin' business
"I'm sorry Mister Officer I just went deaf
Me no speak no Englaysh, Je pas le French"
I grew up a certain way I gotta stick to the code
I can't adapt to all these rats and all that snitchins for hoes
That interrogation rooms not a confessional booth
Your whole character is doomed when you start telling the truth
You said the whereabouts and who carried the weapon to shoot
You lie to us about it, that won't make you less of a goof
I bet your diet only consists of processed cheese
"Mister Officer can I give you more contacts please"
I bet 9-1-1's the only saved number in your phone
And you relay information from the comfort of your home
Every morning I get out of bed with all my dignity
And you live with the fact that you're a piece of shit, literally
Where I'm from you should keep your mouth closed
If you saw it keep it on the down low (wha'chu talkin' bout?)
They say three can keep a secret if two are dead
It's either them or it's you instead so (wha'chu talkin' about?)
No snitchin' is the code (no snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
No snitchin' is the code (no snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
Meet Tim
Thirty-five, a security guard at Walmart
Saw a homeless gentleman steal two steaks outta shop cart
Unfortunately Tim is convinced that he is Paul Blart
Now that homeless guys surrounded in the parking lot by cop cars
See Tim is an example of a coward with no balls
And Tim's the one who pisses right beside you at the stall
And Tim's the one who thinks that maybe if he calls the cops
He'll fill the void within himself so no one talks to Tim at all
See Tim had a dream that he could join the police force
But he didn't, why the fuck you always call the police for?
See Tim is an example of what not to be kids
If you seen it then you saw it, but just do not say shit
'Cause we don't like snitches, there's no sympathy for that
So no matter what just don't end up like Timothy 'The Rat'
If you're listening to this song and your name is Tim
I'm sorry that you even share the same name as him
See Tim is just a character I made up on the spot
If I used his real name then Tim would take it to the cops
Today's lesson's mind your business 'cause it isn't your problem
If you see a badge on 'em shut your mouth and stay solid
Where I'm from you should keep your mouth closed
If you saw it keep it on the down low (wha'chu talkin' bout?)
They say three can keep a secret if two are dead
It's either them or it's you instead so (wha'chu talkin' about?)
No snitchin' is the code (no snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
No snitchin' is the code (no snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
Yeah
This song is dedicated
To all rats, snitches and cop callers
We don't like you
Someone had to say it
I wake up and brush my teeth and as soon as I'm finished
I congratulate myself for minding my fuckin' business
"I'm sorry Mister Officer I just went deaf
Me no speak no Englaysh, Je pas le French"
I grew up a certain way I gotta stick to the code
I can't adapt to all these rats and all that snitchins for hoes
That interrogation rooms not a confessional booth
Your whole character is doomed when you start telling the truth
You said the whereabouts and who carried the weapon to shoot
You lie to us about it, that won't make you less of a goof
I bet your diet only consists of processed cheese
"Mister Officer can I give you more contacts please"
I bet 9-1-1's the only saved number in your phone
And you relay information from the comfort of your home
Every morning I get out of bed with all my dignity
And you live with the fact that you're a piece of shit, literally
Where I'm from you should keep your mouth closed
If you saw it keep it on the down low (wha'chu talkin' bout?)
They say three can keep a secret if two are dead
It's either them or it's you instead so (wha'chu talkin' about?)
No snitchin' is the code (no snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
No snitchin' is the code (no snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
Meet Tim
Thirty-five, a security guard at Walmart
Saw a homeless gentleman steal two steaks outta shop cart
Unfortunately Tim is convinced that he is Paul Blart
Now that homeless guys surrounded in the parking lot by cop cars
See Tim is an example of a coward with no balls
And Tim's the one who pisses right beside you at the stall
And Tim's the one who thinks that maybe if he calls the cops
He'll fill the void within himself so no one talks to Tim at all
See Tim had a dream that he could join the police force
But he didn't, why the fuck you always call the police for?
See Tim is an example of what not to be kids
If you seen it then you saw it, but just do not say shit
'Cause we don't like snitches, there's no sympathy for that
So no matter what just don't end up like Timothy 'The Rat'
If you're listening to this song and your name is Tim
I'm sorry that you even share the same name as him
See Tim is just a character I made up on the spot
If I used his real name then Tim would take it to the cops
Today's lesson's mind your business 'cause it isn't your problem
If you see a badge on 'em shut your mouth and stay solid
Where I'm from you should keep your mouth closed
If you saw it keep it on the down low (wha'chu talkin' bout?)
They say three can keep a secret if two are dead
It's either them or it's you instead so (wha'chu talkin' about?)
No snitchin' is the code (no snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
No snitchin' is the code (no snitchin' is the code)
No snitchin' is the code
