G-code Lyrics by Juvenile

G-code Lyrics

    Lil wayne:
    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 it
    Watch 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 carrollton hollygrove
    That's my g-code

    Chorus (lil wayne):
    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
    (repeat)

    Juvenile:
    We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
    Foreign properties and pack some menthals
    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 fuck 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 fuckin'
    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

    Chorus

    Juvenile:
    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 motherfuckers fall off the block
    24/7 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

    Chorus x 2

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