| Lil Wayne:
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| I ain’t terrified from nuthin'
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| I’m young wild crazy and disgustin'
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| Better watch me cuz I’m coming
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| With a oven by my stomach
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| I’m scramblin’for the money
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| Tape ya up like a mummy
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| Call ya people and tell 'em
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| I need 50 for this dummy
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| I’m runnin’hidin’and duckin'
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| Stuntin’ridin’and thuggin
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| Dumpin’fire and bustin'
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| Lovin, lyin’and lustin'
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| Stealin’killin’and rapin
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| Runnin’climbin and chasin
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| Strugglin hustin’to make
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| Get it got it I take it Watch ya Chevy mister
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| Move ya purse miss
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| Cuz I tote heavy pistols
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| And man they burst quick
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| It’s too late to hesitate
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| I was told there’d be better days
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| But shit that was yesterday
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| And still I haven’t ate
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| But dog that’s how ya labor when ya bein’a thug
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| These niggas don’t seem to feel me till they seein’they blood
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| Can’t hide it though
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| I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
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| That’s my G-code
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| Chorus (Lil Wayne):
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| Now put ya box in the mud
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| Get ya glocks in ya gloves
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| Ride drops on dubs
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| We gon’live by that
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| Make the snitches catch a cut
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| Soldier pistol nigga what
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| Hit the block and open up We gon’die by that
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| Juvenile:
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| We raised up lookin’at trees and brick walls
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| Foreign properties and pack some menthals
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| Got us a fire connect and went off
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| Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
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| Wasn’t tryin’to change the game, just be in it
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| Didn’t give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
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| Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree’tennis
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| Niggas can’t survive the shit that we been in Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
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| The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it Got up in the mornin’for class and play hookie
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| Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
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| Bitch couldn’t talk to us if she wasn’t fuckin'
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| Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
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| Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
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| We stuck to the code we lived and died by it Juvenile:
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| If war ever came we held the fort down
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| Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
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| Stayed on point to make some more green
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| Get our stash away from dope fiends
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| Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
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| Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
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| We kept a little work for the ki’s and bones
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| Crowds draw heat so we be’s alone
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| We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
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| Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
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| 24/7 all around the clock
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| We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
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| We had a chance to stop, we still wasn’t ready
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| Shit kept comin’so we made more fetti
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| Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
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| We stuck to the code we lived and died by it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G-Code, artist - Juvenile. Album song Tha G-Code, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп