| Yea, and I’m a live by the code, I die by the code
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| Be a real nigga till my casket door closed ah
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| Dead by the code, and I’m a live by the code
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| I’m a live by the code
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| Quit it with the school, this the life I chose
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| I’m a live by the code, I die by the code
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| Keep it 100, never snitching on no soul
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| I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
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| In love with the money, I don’t love these hoes
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| I solemnly swear
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| I’m a live by the code, I die by the code
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| I’ll be a real nigga till my casket door closed
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| Ok now 12 years old yea, momma in the kitchen
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| Told her if my brother went to jail I’m never snitchin'
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| She said boy go wash them dishes
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| She must think I’m trippin'
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| Twelve years later boy I still hold my position
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| Just that decode emit who let no pussies get me
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| I go to court, I’m drunk as fuck
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| I’m stressing on that remit
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| I hit the stand, I raised my hand
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| And deny all that’s against me
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| The judge man trippin, tryna get my youngest twenty
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| I’m like no sir, your honor
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| I don’t know any gunners
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| Don’t know when and where and who it was
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| That’s such a bummer, we good
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| I’m a live by the G shit
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| And I solemnly swear to keep a bad bitch
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| I’m a live by the code, I die by the code
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| Keep it 100, never snitching on no soul (never snitching on no soul)
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| I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
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| In love with the money, I don’t love these hoes
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| I solemnly swear
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| I’m a live by the code, I die by the code
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| I’ll be a real nigga till my casket door closed
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| Hold up
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| Park the Chevy, hopped in the back seat of something
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| Seats reclinin, curtains closed, they ain’t see me coming
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| Blackjack, no even money
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| You act bad, you gon get your ass wacked while I’m beating something
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| Use the line, use the line
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| If you get hit you go rise with your punk ass
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| It’s steady, put it on like you own that
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| I got an AK in the drawer mat
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| With a shoulder strap, that’s gon clap
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| With a sole trigger, that’s scar niggas
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| Every time I own it back
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| And I done lost too many niggas to be slippin'
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| Now I don’t even fall asleep around these bitches
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| And it ain’t no secret, these niggas out here snitchin'
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| And them bitches is the ones who is considered the realest
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| I’m a live by the code, I die by the code
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| Keep it 100, never snitching no soul
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| I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
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| In love with the money, I don’t love these hoes
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| I solemnly swear
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| I’m a live by the code, I die by the code
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| I’ll be a real nigga till my casket door closed
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| Dead by the code, and I’m a live by the code
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| I’m a live by the code
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| Quit it with the school, this the life I chose |