| 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 that | |
| Make the snitches catch a cut | |
| Soldier pistol nigga what | |
| Hit the block and open up | |
| We gon' die by that | |
| 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 | |
| We 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 **** 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 ****in' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mother****ers fall off the block24/7 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
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