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Having bad days like a voodoo hex
Conceptually, a pager is so complex
'Cause I be standing by the phone ready to flex

Uh, so funky, uh, so funky, uh,
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
cell phone number
But the area code still gon' be 305 tho
My friends who was my friends just like my kin
Walked em in model?
But please wipe your
on my answering machine, to speak to me as a dream 
Pacific Bell know him, the phone is off, and I'm well known 
1-800 number, castle code see to summer
before this glock hit the proper spot,
Blocks on phones, they won't leave they homes, peeping through cracks
'Cause blacks be coming back with all that
the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
pause or get off top
Used to be a general, just lost your spot

Animal House, two grand'll handle your mouth
Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
corks pop, pause or get off top
Used to be a general, just lost your spot
Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth
Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel
phone
I madly gambled my phone and got smacked
By my bro

[Chorus]
What do you mean routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sound
phone
I madly gambled my phone and got smacked
By my bro

[Chorus]
What do you mean routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sound
can talk to you
It goes

Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you

Yo, check it,
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
eye closed fool 
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends 
By the way youngster what's your name 

Yo man check this out 
You
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you
Ain't no secret in the streets, niggas know I got next
Got the swagger through the roof, I was born just to flex
Zip code on my wrist, phone number in
now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G.' bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin' chopters
Look in the sky flyin' by it's
on the receiver on the phone
Before I could complete it, I was quickly overtaken
By the angry spirits of Ronald and Nancy Reagan

Telekinetic dynamite
Psychic
the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
check it, exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
Growing up in the Calliope  New Orleans to be exact g 

I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me 

I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my
to da G-Code, if you know what I know, 
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed nigga) 
We don't tolerate snitches 

[Chorus]

If
a free man!
{*laughing*}

[Intro: Remedy (Clocka) {Sweetleaf}]
The warning why'all, this is a warning yo
(Listen up, the code red)
Code red (Yea yea