Get it
Get it
Get it, someone want your title
This one for my gangstas
Real, real ballas
Real, real north side, south side
Chunky do suck gangstas
Real, real ballas
Real, real east side, west side
Chunky do suck
Get they head turned red for the bread
Start off with the information loaded up in your head
Couldn't hold it so it turned out it's something he said
What he tell the feds?
Get it, someone want your title
Yeah,
your decision was to snitch and they was there to listen
When he told what he know,
said they barely was trippin'
Less time now,
niggas in a better position Unless
you count the fact that the streets
know he was snitchin' He was lookin' at 30 but he only did 10
How your years turn to months?
Can he tell you that?
He ain't really got an answer,
just a sweat in his hand
Will he make it out to make it?
Well,
it depends Everybody know the info you was tellin' your
friends Plus the streets know the deals that you made
with the pain Russian roulette,
yep,
bet the barrel was
spinning You hear that?
Yeah,
that's the sound of walking down the right road
Cause the streets are so cold Better take your life slow
Or you'll miss it Just stick to the G-code
You know what I know The youth keep you more close
We don't try to race the jizz
This one for my gangstas Real,
real ballas Real,
real north side,
south side
Chunkin' boots up Gangstas
Real,
real ballas Real,
real east side,
west side
Chunkin' boots up
If you gonna live that crime life I hope you hold it not tight
Live life like a b**** then that's probably what you die like
Never ever love the sucker,
that ain't really my type
Rat snakes,
yeah,
man,
the game is full of wildlife
Don't wanna do no time right You wanna live that high life
Make a withdrawal,
have a hundred thousand in your eyesight
Enter your crib,
see the clouds peekin' through your skylight
Be a copycat, pattern your life after my life
Cause my rights,
that's what he told me But I didn't listen
Doing crime for a dime wasn't my intention You insane,
think it's named,
something I will mention Only snitches
need something more than a tear,
yeah A lot of b**** in the game hustlin',
doing they thing Using codes on the phone
with unusual slang If you know what he know,
then you wouldn't say a thing You
wouldn't need something more than a tear,
yeah Careful about the life you lead Ain't smart with your life you
bleed The streets will ignite your teeth Like you ain't got the right
to breathe To choke on the realness Reality is what the fake don't
know how to deal with Words leak from the teeth But it stays sealed
Then go get an undercover brother he can chill with Find a
d*** that be hustlin' to make a deal with But the streets
will hold a court for him and the law down the right road
Cause the streets are so cold Better take your life slow Or
you'll miss it Just stick to the G-code You know what I know
That you'll keep your mouth closed We don't run the race,
snitches
We're on the drill,
drill North side,
South side Chunkin' doods up,
gangsters Real,
real ballas,
drill,
drill East side,
West side Chunky and doods up,
chucks
This is for the G Street strugglin',
mood defier When you talkin' what you talkin',
it ain't through the wire Police pull you over,
now they callin' you a liar
You got amnesia,
don't even know the dude besides ya You don't know,
you ain't sayin',
you ain't heard what he said Told you
a closed mouth ain't gon' never get fed
Don't forget your county instead of the feds You scared,
speak up so they be less in the
red Can't deal with no 9-5 so they day-to-day
budgeters It's the hustlers that get pulled away by
the customers Halfway,
your upstate used to be southerners
Hear the streets make the laws and don't answer the governors
Where the n****s too real to even snitch on the snitch
So they make a snitch turn the proof with a flick of the wrist
That ain't gon' get in arguments,
just go get you a clip
And ain't gon' think about the consequences,
lettin' them rip
And they're red on the right road,
cause the streets are so cold Better take your life slow,
or you'll get missed Just stick to the G Code,
you know what I know The youth keep your mouth closed,
we don't try to race the jays
This one for my gangstas,
real,
real ballas,
real,
real Northside,
Southside,
chunk your deuce up Gangstas,
real,
real ballas,
real,
real Eastside,
Westside,
chunk your deuce up
Man,
hold up, if you a real hoogan
And you ain't got nothing to say when they come question you
Just keep it 100,
and go ahead and chunk your deuce up