G-Code (feat. Lil Wayne)

Ziggler the fucking guns Wiggler

****, we goin' all the way with this shit

I'm back in the motherfuckin saddle

With Cash Money motherfuckin' Records

You hoes thought I was down, but I ain't pimp down, ****

Bubba done raised me from the motherfuckin' dead, ****

I'm Ziggler the Wiggler, Big Chief, Toilet Paper

Clock, clock, bling, bling

I'm 'bout to bust yo' motherfuckin' dome

With all this platinum on my motherfuckin' wrist

What you say Fresh?

Them hoes try to walk past me like I ain't shit?

Bitch, I got clout, I run with the best, ****

**** done come up from the motherfuckin' street

Took five dollars and flip that bitch a zillion times

And then made ten million motherfuckin' dollars

Clock, shock, bam, lockdown

All that other shit ya' runnin', talkin' 'bout you gonna light this up

You gonna flame this up

Bitch, Cash Money gonna blow this bitch up for the deuce triple-O

And I'm a motherfuckin' G, ****, 'cause the G-Code (That's real)

Ya' live by it, Fresh

What? (That's real, ****) And you gonna die by this shit, ****

(That's real) We from the streets

You smell piss in the project hallway

You come outside, them children jumpin' off the porch, shitty pampers

You can't get your lil' boy to put the garbage out at night

You better get yourself together

Say, I'm gonna work for somebody who gonna pay me

I ain't got to work hard but I just got to be there

So if you be there, you gonna be took care of

Shoemaker old school, Bubba old school

Fresh, the best motherfuckin' mixer in the world

Sugar Slim stretchin' them hoes out

Them hoes got to go to the GYBO clinic

Slim ain't playin' with them hoes

Dookie gonna get his mind right

Turk, he tight

Weezy ain't makin' it no easier for them hoes

And Juvenile just need to suck on a lemon

'Cause he just awesome

His fuckin' jaw clock, clock, locked up

Cash Money motherfuckin' Records

Multi-millionaires, **** from off the street

The block, round the corner that made it

**** done bust all kinda heads

But they done smooth that shit out

And brought it to another motherfuckin' level, ****

(Good night) I'm the Big Chief

And I got to say one thing to you, **** (Say good night, ****)

If you wanna holler, ask for that fuckin' Oscar Meyer

'Cause we on fire

Clock, clock, that's a wrap (Good night, Ziggie)

Good night, Hiroshima shakatokeinackawashi

Live or die by this, ****, what?

Please smell that

I ain't terrified from nothin'

I'm young, wild, crazy, and disgustin'

Better watch me 'cause I'm comin' 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 fifty 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', hustlin' to make it

Get it, got it, I take it

Watch ya' Chevy, mister

Move ya' purse, miss

'Cause 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

But these **** don't seem to feel me 'til they seein' they blood

Can't hide it, though

I represent the 17th Carrolton Hollygrove

That's my G-Code

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 **** what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by that

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 **** what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by that

We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls

Foreign properties and pack some menthols

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

**** can't survive the shit that we been in

Jack **** 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

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 **** what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by that

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 **** what

Hit the block and open up

And we gon' die by that

If war ever came we held the fort down

Crack, slowed up, we switched and sold pound

Stayed on point to make some more green

Get our stash away from dope fiends

**** had a habit, he supplied his own

Always stay hot 'cause 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 out mouth closed and watch

Them other motherfuckers fall off the block

24/7 all around the clock

We hustlin' the course in the gambling 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

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 **** what

Hit the block and open up

And we gon' die by that

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 **** what

Hit the block and open up

And we gon' die by that

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 **** what

Hit the block and open up

And we gon' die by that

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 **** what

Hit the block and open up

And we gon' die by that

The G-Code ****

Live by it die by it every day, youngin' smell that?

Please believe (Please do)

Please believe (Please do)

Juvenile, little Weezy

Two Jeezy, and smell that