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
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
the leader
The stripes on me no Adidas
I'm drinking my pain by the litre
And told the devil nice to meet you
Telling em' bring that, bring that cash
You know
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
[T.I]:
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop this.
A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R.
Bring em back to life beats
games that dog ain't with
Suck my dick, behind my back dog ain't shit
Well this is it, from now on if you ain't out the camp
We out to vamp, put 'em up
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
I told her bring the paper round
Its a money route
She's acting like she hates me now
Wit her hand out
I told em I don't need em now
Dont want no
but I done mastered
The art of getting money in a timely fashion
You know we stillremain real nigga, you know
Niggas be playin'
You gotta see 'em, you
call em homies
(Yea)
(Yea)
(Yea)
I guess that's why we call em homies
We bring the wave to get the world movin'
Driven by the moon we push and pull, pull
Broad day with a mask on (broad day), walk up on 'em like a stranger
(Nigga, are you really gangsta?)
I said don't bring me no
(Don't bring me no
When I spit these verses it's like I just brought the gospel out
Leave em in the hearses tell churches to bring the gospel out
Standing there so
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon'
tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em, cause niggas don't want the friction
Told you before how I bring the drama
Slam Larry
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of <em>La Banda Corbariem> were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
(Chasethemoney, Chasethemoney)
Her ass out, she goin' places that you can't (go)
Call up her hoes and told 'em, "Bring 'em out the sleigh" (brrt)
a difference, Lord willin'
Uh, Lord willin'
I tell 'em hold on
And yeah you know I gotta bring it back again
And I tell 'em hold on
I don't understand what's
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin'
a 50 slab divided it up with the team
Sold em all double-down did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin dimes to forty
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