| Stick, stick to the code, move 'bout loyalty
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| We ain’t runnin' to no police, keep it in the streets
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| Just to feed the family we play for keeps
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| Early bird get the worm first, I barely sleep
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| Uh, you can’t just talk the talk, young nigga you gotta be about it
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| Straight cash, no change, it’s rare that I see deposits
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| For these racks in my denim, I send 'em, I send 'em, my niggas they goin' about
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| it
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| We taking them chances, ain’t speakin' no names, we keepin' the code silent
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| Talk is cheap, and I’m ridin' 'round with that heat
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| Keepin' that tool for niggas that creep
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| I been servin' all day in them streets
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| Keepin' that gas so give me me
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| F&N my mini-me
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| Strapped up nigga with two-two-three
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| I ain’t playin' no games, nigga finish me
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| And this big dope off a big boat
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| Gave my young nigga dreams and big coke
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| Told him run up all them pesos
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| Young niggas ride about what I say so
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| If you catch a body then you lay low
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| And the pack from central pejo
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| With that bitch walkin' down Rodeo, hell yeah
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| Still runnin' 'round with that call 'cause I’m a player
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| And them big old extras came off a big old bale
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| If you stayed down nigga you never failed
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| And when my daughter died I gave these niggas hell
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| These niggas pussy and I know these niggas 12, yeah yeah
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| Stick, stick to the code, move 'bout loyalty
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| We ain’t runnin' to no police, keep it in the streets
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| Just to feed the family we play for keeps
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| Early bird get the worm first, I barely sleep
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| Uh, you can’t just talk the talk, young nigga you gotta be about it
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| Straight cash, no change, it’s rare that I see deposits
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| For these racks in my denim, I send 'em, I send 'em, my niggas they goin' about
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| it
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| We taking them chances, ain’t speakin' no names, we keepin' the code silent
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| A lot I’m tryna conquer
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| Middle finger to the judge, it’s death before dishonor
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| He said the birds fly south, it’s been a cold summer
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| Cold teeth for that paper, I’m a road runner
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| Say, say it’s gon' rain before it gets sunny
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| Get a whole brick and wrap it like a mummy
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| Want the money, had to cut niggas off 'cause they flunky
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| They know I’m dope, ain’t no way that they control the substance
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| F&N don’t clutch, I’m paranoid, so please don’t butt
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| We the real ones, they can’t help to acknowledge us
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| If you keep it sold, never talk, you get a plus
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| For the root of all evil, still in God we trust
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| Stick, stick to the code, move 'bout loyalty
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| We ain’t runnin' to no police, keep it in the streets
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| Just to feed the family we play for keeps
|
| Early bird get the worm first, I barely sleep
|
| Uh, you can’t just talk the talk, young nigga you gotta be about it
|
| Straight cash, no change, it’s rare that I see deposits
|
| For these racks in my denim, I send 'em, I send 'em, my niggas they goin' about
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| it
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| We taking them chances, ain’t speakin' no names, we keepin' the code silent |