all the rest How could they?....How could they say? How can they tell us that it??? not real, How can they judge the way we feel How could they
all the rest How could they?....How could they say? How can they tell us that it's not real, How can they judge the way we feel How could they really
on to who next I hold the block 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,
looking for a fix They sick, fuck it they'll use they dog fit Everywhere a nigga breaking the same ol' laws All ending up behind the same ol' bars If they
you then move on to who next I hold the block down green, white, and brown cross Martin Luther King on Velle uptown I live by the code, I die by the code
It could be night, It could be daylight I'ma show ya what the - AK like Them bullets burn, they don't come straight they flip, they twist, they turn
block They don't want to see they only nigga on top I won't let they worry me, They know how I'll let Juvi rock They know if they get out of line, I'ma
way, Bitch so let us through Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? Downtown get out the way cuz that's All On U You could, take it how you wanna, bring it how
? Picture me rollin roll call You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about I wanna make sure they can see me Number one
at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where are we now? Guns found daily. The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope. They
cuss words, writin again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down Sunset likin the scene What's the worst they could do to a
blused you don't watch my shoes [Mouse] I'm in my brand new tennies nigga you caint tell These wuznt on clearence and they wuznt on sell Nigga fuck a dress code
model named Taysha And the swallow game major These cowards ain't gangsta They tellin' you lies, by sellin' you dreams And they ain't fill ins, they fiends Plus they
designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code
, more than they love they mama [Bun B:] Welcome to the land of the trill, where everybody walkin with they hand on they steel And, a model is a supply
off of lottery bets You got fatherless sons Lookin up to ballers, when they was smaller they got they dollars in ones Now you see 'em in they old school
now yeah... on my own again have to stay this way for me don't know for how long , I'll see could you use that judgemental tone could you turn and
gloves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they homo's The film
