Geto Boys

Geto Boys - G-Code lyrics

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Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude 

That's real 

Some shit though, fuck these feds 

{?} nigga, racist motherfuckers, man! 


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.E.A. is at a nigga every other 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 


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 mammy 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 



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 

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Language: English

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