Stickin' To The 'G' Code

(feat. Rosa Knight) [Intro: Spice 1] Yeah, hah, hahaha And you don't stop [Spice 1] It's heatin' up like NBA Jams I'll put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slams Is it the shoes? No it's just my gangsta funk And it's the way that I be feelin' when I hit the skunk Rolls off them blunts, I'm smokin' off five before it's twelve 'o' clock I hit the blacks, see my niggas they servin' them knots It's an everyday thing, see nigga's they gotta get paid I'm rollin' up in my Cherokee some nigga's playa hatin' me But see some niggas lovin' me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya see Yeah I got some real niggas on my side ready to hoo-ride, and to all G codes apply So put your rap up in that funk mode and now you know hoe so don't even ask Because we stickin' to the G code [Chorus: Rosa Knight] Playa hate me, (stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a f**k Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code) [Spice 1] I ain't gon' never play myself out like some punk a*s You gotta shoot my drunk a*s before I bust a cap up in your mark a*s And nigga that's game, you can't even given a shit 'bout a motherf**kin' thing playboy See me and the niggas that I be kickin' it with be talkin' shit We comin' with straight motherf**kin' real when we spit So if you thinkin' you wanna test this young nigga black My uzi's follow up motherf**kers like some chrome gat Leave you flat on that a*s as I hop into my motherf**kin' dopefiend Renault and smile and smash Steppin' to my face and watch my gat EXPLODE!!! Unload, reload nigga, BITCH!! [Chorus: Rosa Knight] Playa hate me, (cause I'm stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a f**k Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code) Playa hate me, (hey) I ain't givin' a f**k Stickin' to the G code [Spice 1] I'm rippin' shit up like a motherf**kin' hurricane, shady niggas blurr my brain Livin' up out my window pane with my strap Got one in the chamber, ready to aim a hollow tip me catch your grip up on my pistol as I wait for you to slip up Just another stick up, it's just ate my clip up Rip, rupt shit with my Mack 10 hiccup f**k all them niggas who be funny style riders Stack my money pile a nigga that's tryin' to keep his ball on You must be gone if you think I've fallen off what I'm talkin' 'bout put these motherf**kers up in coffins Killin' 'em off and leave their bodies hummin' like Luther Van Dross If I don't get ya then the next nigga payin' the cost I ain't the nigga to be f**ked with, ready to overload nigga Cause I'm stickin' to the G code [Chorus: Rosa Knight] Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a f**k Stickin' to the G code [Spice 1] Don't like to let these niggas think I'm a s*cker a*s Gat these motherf**kers fast if they don't feel me like a real nigga f**k 'em all if they wanna be like gats slipped My clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin' three Niggas in a line, glock twenty-three and my loved hard times So nigga don't be trippin' if I'm bustin' out my car window for nothin' A motherf**ker gettin' more than just a little concussion player See how you gon' do niggas some harm when you so motherf**kin' soft niggas wanna squeeze your Charmin Let 'em know you ain't bullshittin' homie Make them motherf**kers say: "Damn, why he pull his strap on me?" In ninety-fo' you know I'm tryin' to have this shit sewed And I'm stickin' to the G code [Chorus: Rosa Knight] Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a f**k Stickin' to the G code Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a f**k Stickin' to the G code