Jakk Frost - Code Of The Streets lyrics

I spit it for my kush smokin n***as the jarheads This beat remind me of somethin B.R. said All I do is s**er punches, and back smacks You ain't got to be up on the stage to get clapped at If you see me with a nap sack Best believe I got a half a brick in it, and a black mack Frost man young b**hes call me Fat Jack Send my n***as through your hood in a black ac (acura) Black gloves, black hoodie and a black hat Bout to send my grey wolves where you trap at Infrared make it hard to miss, if you on the beach Put his blood on the sand like sparticus My crew get fresh like Barry B and Chill Will Got down b**hes that will murder like k** Bill The world keeps turnin my Glock keeps burnin I'm rollin with the uma like my last name was Thurman Linked up with papi, and tripled my earnings Lyrical BMW I should spit it in German Big bodies 750 and a rap gang Bout to let the mack aim straight for your crack game So next time the dice roll around me The money right next to your ice on the ground Or you can get your wig split twice on the ground Don't make me tell Tam to hit you twice with the pound Please don't think your sweet if I'm solo jakk My strap will knock the horse off that polo hat No matter if it's a group or solo track None of ya'll little n***as got a flow like jakk None of ya'll little n***as gettin dough like jakk In the middle of the summer make it snow like jakk Why you think they callin me frost? First ya'll n***as wanna go to war Then you callin' it off First you got your own block, now you callin' me boss It is what it is f*ck it call it a loss But if I catch you callin the cops, ha You can call it a d**h sentence, I just call it a Glock I call it my bill money, you call it in rock I gotta a whole seperate phone fiends callin' a lot Frost get it poppin' from philly to boston I got somethin for your depression, somethin for your coughin' Xanax's in the pro left, Oh yes I'm the one that the town watch protests Philly is a whole mess Even off duty cops can't walk around without no vest Like Jante said I'm so fresh I sell weed like D-O double G smoke, no stress Friend to me, or enemy, you all I got it in for me Make me wanna spray you like a quick game of centipede Remember me? I'm the little papi with the big shotty That will knock the soul out your body Don't get snotty talkin that dumb sh**, I'll get body Start talkin that gun sh** Want you to jump and get your mark a** delt with You little buster (you strapped n***a!?) Hells Ya PARTNA'ain't playin no games Yesterday a little girl called me c**aine No shame in my game that's my whole name Only n***as call me shuski is my old gang I'm on that soul plane, I need a perk brake Codeine, you know that? Everyday my birthday, it's P crakk percy Let me get that OJ, a n***a a little thirsty Now back to the business Funny suddenly see you back on the diznick Bunnies want me to bust em' open like a bisquit All she get from me is 100's on her lipstick In your mouth trick tell a friend and tell a friend again I k**ed it in again like Biggie on the benjamins I got some weed and two some b**hes that I'm bent against Got a fejita and a margarita cinnamon Then again it shoulda been a treat to meet the ginger man Am I him? or I am, catch me if you can I got that slammer in my hand, ran into Will-I-am Looked like he had bout 25 grand in them skinny pants He said "well Goddamn chrissy don't stick me I'm your man" I said "well Goddamn well willy you in my part of town They call this hood the lands, and sh** be goin down Where little girls is infected and pa**in' it around And 65% of the youngens is gay now And RAPPERS GET THEY RATTLE AND SCATTER TO A-TOWN!