and locked down cause when a nigga catch a case he don't tell you how it really is just ask the nigga in his cell them niggaz ain't real [CHORUS:]
and brown cross Martin Luther King on Velle uptown I live by the code, I die by the code don't rat, don't snitch, don't bend, don't fold Let's go! [Chorus
down green, white, and brown cross Martin Luther King on Velle uptown I live by the code, I die by the code don't rat, don't snitch, don't bend, don't
t win I let chopper bullets spin [Turk] Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal You ain
these streets nigga Ain't heard the ballad of a dead soldier! These niggaz can't see me, half the world wanna be me Multi-millionaire; shit, it ain't
number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha) Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggaz
don't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even
snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches (God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game and expect them to accept
my glock's spittin rounds niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't
dirty-ass drawers off and had them bitch niggaz hauled off [Chorus] [Outlawz] My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay Ain't nuttin
ain't shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't
ain't givin up a motherfuckin thang It's hard to come by - and I ain't no bitch nigga Shit been in some robberies and walkbys and you don't want that;
or liquor but niggaz ain't got shit Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol Now who ready to get bent Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves
in this world and it ain't even in it It's the beginnin', I know you'd like to know if ya winnin' But it's all Reel Life and there ain't no pretendin'
: [ESham] Niggaz ain't loyal to the game That's why the dope game is so fucked up now Punk motherfuckers [Verse One] 30 birds, 30 birds all I want is
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges We put it
ain't Yoko My hoes, I keep 'em lookin' good, right, but no dough [Outro: sample] I don't want no horns blowing.. I don't want the -- I don't want the