Lyrics:
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
lurkin' around gotta watch for 5-O
Another murder in town this shit survival
My enemies and rivals getting smoked yeah I hope that they die slow
Die slow,
instead of honey
That’s the way they got Jack’s money
Pays his money and he takes his chance
Watch him do the Cajun dance
Deux by quatre et
to the court but they don't see you and me
Verdict by a punk assed jury opened up a black man?s fury
Now see me jack you in the valley
Now see me take
another gang hotter (yeah)
No real niggas on your team
We’ll rearrange your roster (what!?)
?My? (whoah)
If you don’t know, I am the original don dada
I’m
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
You ready holmie?
Yup
My first mission running through the hood with small jacks
My memories popping in my head recall that
Late night creeping
show you the way
If you want to get to the highway drive straight
Hi I'm Max Normal
Dress code strictly formal naa kwaai
Ek se ons rob die vokken naai
[Chorus: Bizzy]
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And Hittman
gettin' money or ready to die
B-I-G, give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles
livin' every breath
Won't be for me
Retaliation every death, let's make 'em bleed
'Cause do or die is the only way
And though I pray
I can see you getting
Overworkin', no sleep is just another way to die slow
But I'll just keep goin' strong and never let my eyes close
You need me, I don't need you
You need me,
Another beef wit' the Math, another
Hole in the ground, muthafuckas
It's so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you
that"
Matter fact, like Pat, don't say jack
Every time a ***** sitting on pay stacks
Things come up from way, way, way back
Way back, way back
Way
fist fights to drive bys
I be out there late night and I'm might die
So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the hags
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
Zoom in to a planet that you never seen
Mixing my mind from the surface to your genes
Rise up , Step up, Wake up it's all what I heard
Hey jack ,
Man, white rappers are so corny
Lyrical rap is dead
Haha, what's with the auto tune?
Okay, I'm only gonna say this shit once
If you're under 35,
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
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