Lyrics G-Code - JUVENILE
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',
killin′
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
shit
that
was
yesterday
and
still
I
haven′t
ate
But
dog
that's
how
ya
labor
when
ya
bein'
a
thug
These
niggas
don′t
seem
to
feel
me
till
they
seein′
they
blood
Can't
hide
it
though,
I
represent
the
17th
Carroll
ton
Holly
grove
That′s
my
G-Code
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
nigga
what
Hit
the
block
and
open
up
We
gon′
die
by
that
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
nigga
what
Hit
the
block
and
open
up
We
gon′
die
by
that
We
raised
up
lookin'
at
trees
and
brick
walls
Foreign
properties
and
pack
some
menthols
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
fuck
if
we
balled
for
3 minutes
Snatch
all
the
hoes
and
'bauds
and
ree′
tennis
Niggas
can't
survive
the
shit
that
we
been
in
Jack
niggas
to
get
some
cheap
linen
The
ones
that
refuse
we
put
′em
to
sleep
in
it
Got
up
in
the
mornin'
for
class
and
play
hookie
Some
of
us
is
veteran
some
of
′em
stay
rookie
Bitch
couldn't
talk
to
us
if
she
wasn't
fuckin′
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
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
nigga
what
Hit
the
block
and
open
up
We
gon'
die
by
that
If
war
ever
came
we
held
the
fort
down
Back,
slowed
up,
we
switched
and
sold
pound
Stayed
on
point
to
make
some
more
green
Get
our
stash
away
from
dope
fiends
Nigga
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
motherfuckers
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
Shit
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
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
nigga
what
Hit
the
block
and
open
up
We
gon′
die
by
that
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
nigga
what
Hit
the
block
and
open
up
We
gon′
die
by
that
1 Big Tymer Intro
2 U Understand
3 Fuck That Nigga
4 A Million and One Things
5 Take Them 5
6 G-Code
7 Something Got 2 Shake
8 Da Magnolia
9 Catch Your Cut
10 Lil Boyz
11 Get It Right
12 Never Had Shit
13 I Got That Fire
14 Tha Man
15 March Nigga Step
16 Guerrilla
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