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Tragedy Khadafi - The Code lyrics
f/ Havoc, Littles [Havoc] Four pounds and nines blast at the same time Thinking is my life on the line really? Can't afford to second guess overcome by the stress Got to move with precision aim straight at your chest Do everything in my power to protect my nest Use everything that I got dawg nothing but the best Fake ass niggaz wanna put me to the test, I score More than all of y'all who ready to ball Who got the balls to cross the line they out their mother fuckin mind Final destination you won't cheat deaths design Like "Ra(kim)" put seven niggaz in a line Then add seven more niggaz that think they're takin' mine Then there's seven more niggaz 'fore I pull mines Then that's 21 niggaz killed at the same time Pop is all you heard, y'all heard never slur the word Havoc caught slippin' shit is absurd [Havoc Hook 2X] You do dirt you get it back like a safe deposit Might run but can't hide skeleton's in the closet These streets are serious you better use some logic It might sound foul but it's "The Code" of the projects [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, "Hav" it's deep, it's going down as we speak And won't stop 'til there's blood on the street Keep it tight with fam, and if you got love for your man Take the cross out your heart never bite the hand Cause that shit'll come back to you tryna clap through you Laying in the building to put macs to you It's logic when dealin' wit "the code" of the projects Niggaz move like unidentified objects But I'm ahead of the game my mind detects Cause half of y'all niggaz ain't threats (fuck around!) Get dugged deep observed by eyes that don't sleep For gun toting niggaz on the creep Who wanna see me layin' deceased but my instinct isthat of a beast Fuck peace in these QB streets, I relate to . . What guns and nickel plates do niggaz tryna air you out and deflate you Trustin' a snake like trustin' a bitch Put it in your man hand not knowing he snitch Ain't no loyalty in this, niggaz boud to switch Cause they hate to see a thug get rich,(BITCH!) [Havoc Hook 2X] You do dirt you get it back like a safe deposit Might run but can't hide skeleton's in the closet These streets are serious you better use some logic It might sound foul but it's "The Code" of the projects [Littles] Black clouds hover above the livest sets Ac coups jumpin' out in shoes blowin' off tecs Before "Littles" I was "Lord" street ghetto poet Never overthrow the people that crown you Killers and heathens around you Y'all get clapped, left leaned and found food Murder's a hobby death is hard to digest When your man's layin' stretched in a casket flesh Or gold cain, jumped out the coupe in all my swagger All eyes on me, niggaz lookin' at me like They mad I'm breathin' cause this niggaz layin' stiff He done slipped up and sniffed up the wrong niggaz shit Show him my ones you get shot and hung On the same phone lines where you jerk my ones I stay loyal death before dishonor Loyalty's a honor few get the chance to taste And you never ever safe when your brand is snakes [Havoc Hook 2X] You do dirt you get it back like a safe deposit Might run but can't hide skeleton's in the closet These streets are serious you better use some logic It might sound foul but it's "The Code" of the projects |
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