(*talking*)
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504 i solemnly swear that I'll snitch
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Or testify on any of my homies
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That's the code to the streets, ya heard me
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What's up Krazy, we in here
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The New No Limit, code to the streets baby
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[Chorus]
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Could you tell me where my niggas at
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In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that
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Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
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I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped
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[Krazy]
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As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery
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My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary
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Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried
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This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry
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Face to face with reality, my dog is gone
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For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
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And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life
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I'm a soldier till I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes
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I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun
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If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
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Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love
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Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood
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[Chorus - 2x]
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[Master P]
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Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed
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C and Mac locked up, but we still a click
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Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain
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25 caught ten, man it's just a game
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When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer
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See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed
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I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast
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And the judge send a word about cop a plea
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They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated
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Facing life so it's strike three, independent
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Slanging records call us coke dealers
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C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us
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[Chorus - 2x]
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[Krazy]
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Lord please accept my nigga mail
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Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail
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I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail
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We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell
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For my dogs still slang for livings
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Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven
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I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets
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But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat
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And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping
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I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
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A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him
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I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him
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[Chorus - 2x]
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Tell Me
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| 504 Boyz |
