Lyrics:
to
The ladies and ghetto
Men
cn
csk me why
Ghetto love is the law that we live by
The Ghetto,
The G Code
The Ghetto,
The G Code
Verse 2
Rap music
The hood
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
hold up
I'm focused on the task I'm a soldier
I'm coming for the cash this a hold up
Bet on me
Nigga bet on me
You don't need no spelling bee I put the G
hold up
I'm focused on the task I'm a soldier
I'm coming for the cash this a hold up
Bet on me
Nigga bet on me
You don't need no spelling bee I put the G
penniless
In the dumps, lost, pitiful
Rather be the greatest, pay attention
Get an ear and an eyeful
Reload like a rifle
Gotta be dumb sharp by 2020 like
voice and tell the people treat us fair
Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
the streets
These punk police is crooked as me
But all I see is motherfuckers actin less than g's
Stop bein' a playa-hater, be a innovator nigga
Fuck that
A thugsta just like me, come follow me
Journey off in my world, all boys and girls
Welcome to the land of T.H.U.G.S.
It's the start of a new
And get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when
This is all that we seen?
This is all that we know
Eviction note at the door
So we pray like we
a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
(Intro Poem “Melvo G”)
Traumatized by what we visualize
It’s genocide
They gentrify
In fear of what a happen if we synthesize
Can’t Hypothesize when
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin
No hesitation, you layin a stank
C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank
We stick together
junkies and the fiends (Bigger than Lebron)
Shawty down to ride for him (Ride)
She is cozy (Shawty down to ride)
Keep her by his side cause the streets get
East west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY
on me until I bossed up"
Street soldiers
Raised by streets soldiers
Heat totters can't leave
Without that heat on em
Cuz he traumatized
By the what
I define the G.O.A.T
Record 99 and 0
Blinded by the score
Not the time for smoke
Too high to hear your jokes
I am not your bro
Born and raised in
G's bunch of soldier shit
That's how It's gon' be until it's over wit
Nigga fuck around wit me that nigga over wit
Break the pound to quarter P's until
of terror and endless bloodshed
Pity was not spared for no man woman child or rapper
And believe
For his rap was felt by everyone
And this time when
come.
They say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little soldier; I been a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin
ties
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, oh
I'm so grateful, all I need is love
To the Lord above
G6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects
Eight balls,
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