Mannie Fresh - G-Code lyrics

Ziggler the Wigglar: n***a we goin all the way with this sh** I'm back in the motherf**in saddle with Cash Money Motherf**in Records You hoes thought I was down, but I ain't pimp down n***a Bubba done raised me from the motherf**in dead n***a I'm Ziggler the Wigglar, Big Chief Toilet Paper Clock Clock BLING BLING! I'm bout to bust yo motherf**in dome with all this platinum On my motherf**in wrist What you say Fresh? Them hoes try to walk past me like I ain't sh**? b**h I got clout! I run with the best n***a n***as done come up from the motherf**in street Took 5 dollars, flip that b**h a zillion times And then made 10 million motherf**in dollars Clock Shock Blam LOCKDOWN! All that other sh** ya runnin' Talkin' bout you gonna light this up You gonna flame this up b**h Cash Money gonna blow this b**h up for the deuce triple O And I'm a mother f**in' G n***a cuz the g-code Mannie: Thats Real Ziggler the Wigglar: Ya live by it Fresh What? And you gonna die by this sh** n***a We from the streets You smell piss in the project hallways You come outside them children jumpin' off the porch, sh**ty pampers You can't get your lil boy to put the garbage out at night You better get yourself together say I'm gonna work for somebody who gonna pay me I ain't got to work hard but I just gotta be there So if you be there you gonna be took care of Shoemaker old school Bubba old school Fresh the best mother f**in mixer in the world Sugar Slim stretchin them hoes out Them hoes got to go to the GYBO clinic Slim ain't playin with them hoes Dookie gonna get his mind right Turk he tight Weezy ain't makin it no easier for them hoes And Juvenile just need to s** on a lemon Cuz he just awesome His f**in' jaw clock clock locked up Cash Money mother f**in' records Multi millionaires, n***as from off the street Tha block, round the corner that made it n***a dun bust all kinda heads But they dun smooth that sh** out And brought it to another mother f**in' level n***a Mannie: Goodnight Say goodnight Ziggler the Wigglar: And I'm the BIG chief And I got to say one thing to you If you wanna holler Ask for that f**in Oscar Meyer cuz we on fire Clock Clock Thats a wrap Mannie: Good night Ziggie Ziggler the Wigglar: Goodnight hiroshima shakatokeinackawashi Mannie: Say goodnight Lil Wayne: I ain't terrified from nuthin' I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' Better watch me cuz I'm coming With a oven by my stomach I'm scramblin' for the money Tape ya up like a mummy Call ya people and tell 'em I need 50 for this dummy I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin' Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin Dumpin' fire and bustin' Lovin, lyin' and lustin' Stealin' k**in' and rapin Runnin' climbin and chasin Strugglin hustin' to make Get it got it I take it Watch ya Chevy mister Move ya purse miss Cuz I tote heavy pistols And man they burst quick It's too late to hesitate I was told there'd be better days But sh** that was yesterday And still I haven't ate But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug These n***as don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood Can't hide it though I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove That's my G-code Chorus (Lil Wayne): Now put ya box in the mud Get ya Glocks in ya gloves Ride drops on dubs We gon' live by that Make the snitches catch a cut Soldier pistol n***a what Hit the block and open up We gon' die by that (repeat) Juvenile: We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls Foreign properties and pack some menthals Got us a fire connect and went off Got jammed with this broad that rent cars Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it Didn't give a f** if we balled for 3 minutes Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis n***as can't survive the sh** that we been in Jack n***as to get some cheap linen The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it Got up in the mornin' for cla** and play hookie Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie b**h couldn't talk to us if she wasn't f**in' Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it Chorus Juvenile: If war ever came we held the fort down Crack, slowed up, we switched and sold pound Stayed on point to make some more green Get our stash away from dope fiends n***a had a habit he supplied his own Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome We kept a little work for the ki's and bones Crowds draw heat so we be's alone We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch Them other motherf**ers fall off the block 24/7 all around the clock We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready sh** kept comin' so we made more fetti Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it Chorus x 2