G-Code

Geto Boys

Composed by: Brad Jordan
Man 
Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude 
That's real 
Some shit though, fuck these feds 
{?} nigga, racist motherfuckers, man! 

[Scarface] 
I don't wanna - run no more, but I know that if I stop 
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac 
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger 
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger 
Who do you call when these agents want you dead 
and they hit these penetentiaries and niggas make a pledge 
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments 
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello) 
25-to-life's the mandatory minimal 
My whole community gets treated like they criminals 
Why are them bitches gettin' motherfuckers hung 
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung 
Mothers and fathers seperated from they sons 
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue 
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time 
When you was out here gettin' money from it everything was fine 
Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case 
And the D.A. is at a nigga every single day 
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul 
You in question of your manhood homey - keep it cold 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond 
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns 
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood 
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood 

[Scarface] 
See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police 
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see 
if I got shit to say about a nigga case 
I'm a motherfuckin' nigga through and through, I ain't gay 
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25 
Sat it out on appeal, and gave him back that time 
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same 
Told a cracker tell your mpmmy suck his dick and see Rick James 
Ain't no motherfuckin' game, we been livin' this for real 
When the government is workin', real niggas never squeal 
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse 
Yeah you rappin' but the homey Lil' Pots can't get out 
Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out 
On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops 
You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes 
Now you showin' up in court, testifyin' for the state 

[Chorus] 

[Scarface] 
I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade 
Know a nigga tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way 
Know a nigga tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait 
Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate 
Still stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules 
We don't fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools 
We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up 
On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked 
Only connect the real, stayin' down with the true 
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook 
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few 
But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof 
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die 
Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I 
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home 
He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin' niggas need this song 

[Chorus]
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