[Intro: Ice-T Talking] Yeah, IceBerg nigga, 2006, SMG bitch Niggaz out here got nerve to tell me keep it real Faggot ass motherfuckers have no motherfucking.. reference point to real Thorough niggaz know, there's rules to this shit
[Chorus: Ice-T] Original gangster, I respect the laws Of the crimes lords and the gangster wars My only religion, is the code of the streets We never use cops, we just handle our bleat The penalty precision is an infant death Never disrespect or betray your set Love and loyalty is the ultimate goal To the Code of the Streets, I hear my pledge in my soul
[Verse 1: Ice-T] When I was nineteen, I learned the game unpolitely Niggaz threw me on the back of the 'llac, told me to shut up Put me in the crack spot, made me chop rocks Put me on the streets, taught me how to lock blocks Told me never snitch, never trust man or bitch Rock revolvers, never trust gats with clips Speak in low tones, even when you think you're alone Cause phones will get you sent upstate, cause feds rotate And all that close talking, talk about birds and cake They talk it better than you, so advice your crew And any body new, watch him with profiles Cause the D-E-A is crafty and those sending spies
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[Verse 2: Ice-T] Feds get gangster, hard niggaz tell Bitches get jealous and they send you to hell Your best friend is a rat, I can tell by the smell You'll get cracked for the gat, they can tell by the shell Truth is, most of these bitches, is harder than men Fact is, most of these gangsters, turn gay in the pen And if I let you rob me once, you'll probably rob me again That's why some niggaz lives must end They tell, you keep your friends closer, I keep them closer than most My enemies can do whatever, I'ma pose with a toss Live your life low and simply you should be like a ghost When you get a legal paper, it ain't too smart to boast, nigga
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[Verse 3: Ice-T] Yeah, niggaz out there talking about how real it is Niggaz got this shit twisted Niggaz is snitching like motherfucking bitches Niggaz got this shit all fucked up Nowadays, you niggaz analyzing the shot not the shooter Got a gold simi, choose the glock not the rooga Don't leave your conversations on your Goddamn computor Listen to me close, it might extend your life Don't trust all your homies, some of them'll bend your wife Cause there's two games, one that respects the laws And one that's straight scandalous and listed across If you're fucking with the second one, you'll end for a loss They play another game, blast, kill, collect the cash No running when they're gunning and they don't wear masks The middle niggaz mobbing, just trying to eat They don't give a fuck about the code of the streets (COME ON!!)
[Chorus: Ice-T until fade]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
