Lyric G-Code - Juvenile

Lyric Song G-Code: 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
Lovinlyin 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
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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 gamejust 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
Backslowed upwe 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
247 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stopwe 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