| Code of Honor
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| You know, I told my niggas I’mma ride for life
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| I’m stickin' wit 'em for life, know what I mean?
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| My close ones, I got you
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| Shit, I’m ridin' til' the death
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| Yes, it’s your boy Little Boss
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| In case I’m gone tonight, I told 'em I’mma ride for life
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| X me out the game, I leave they frame with the dynamite
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| Expertise in homicide, with my crew it’s tamper with
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| You riding in the snow with Lugz boots and the hammers
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| Mr. MC with long bananas
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| Clips will leave you grindin'
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| Eat em up, no Aunt Jemima
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| Ridin' with the pump beside 'em
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| Garbage, let me dump inside 'em
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| Frightened when I’m ridin' tenant
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| Ridin' for my closest niggas
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| Talkin' like it’s motion sickness
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| Eat 'em with the quickness
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| Shit
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| Yeah, I’m ridin' for my niggas
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| It’s your boy Lil B
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| Shit, I’m ridin' for my niggas
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| 6 Kiss
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| You know what I mean?
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| 6 Kiss, man, you ridin' for your niggas cousin
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| (I'm ridin' for my niggas)
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| Yeah, you bet I ride for my niggas
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| I love y’all niggas man
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| Thinking like survivors
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| Before we enter hell, had to mentally prepare
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| Had to dig beneath myself and make no angels in this hell
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| When you ridin' to the death, it’s a secret code of honor
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| Only shared with a few close, closer than a mustache with top lip
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| I must stash that pump six the clip like a drum stick
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| Batter up my left fist, it’s Leftwich
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| Pumped in, pump fake, pump breaks
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| The hospital was lookin' like a clear lake
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| A lotta prey invertebrate
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| Nasty when you in the haze
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| I demonstrate then orchestrate
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| My weaponry is auto-tuned, autobahn the automatic
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| Leave the shots off, leave 'em in a hot dog
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| I’m ridin' for my niggas, bruh
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| I’m ridin' for my niggas, mane
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| I’m ridin' for my niggas, 6 Kiss
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| Shit is so crazy man, 6 times, though
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| Know what I mean?
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| Shit, Lil B, 6 Kiss, I’m ridin' for my niggas
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| (Little Boss) |