Текст песни Tragedy Khadafi f Havoc, Littles - The Code
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[Havoc]Four pounds and nines blast at the same timeThinking is my life on the line really?Can`t afford to second guess overcome by the stressGot to move with precision aim straight at your chestDo everything in my power to protect my nestUse everything that I got dawg nothing but the bestFake ass niggaz wanna put me to the test, I scoreMore than all of y`all who ready to ballWho got the balls to cross the line they out their mother fuckin mindFinal destination you won`t cheat deaths designLike "Ra(kim)" put seven niggaz in a lineThen add seven more niggaz that think they`re takin` mineThen there`s seven more niggaz `fore I pull minesThen that`s 21 niggaz killed at the same timePop is all you heard, y`all heard never slur the wordHavoc caught slippin` shit is absurd[Havoc Hook 2X]You do dirt you get it back like a safe depositMight run but can`t hide skeleton`s in the closetThese streets are serious you better use some logicIt might sound foul but it`s "The Code" of the projects[Tragedy Khadafi]Yo, "Hav" it`s deep, it`s going down as we speakAnd won`t stop `til there`s blood on the streetKeep it tight with fam, and if you got love for your manTake the cross out your heart never bite the handCause that shit`ll come back to you tryna clap through youLaying in the building to put macs to youIt`s logic when dealin` wit "the code" of the projectsNiggaz move like unidentified objectsBut I`m ahead of the game my mind detectsCause half of y`all niggaz ain`t threats (fuck around!)Get dugged deep observed by eyes that don`t sleepFor gun toting niggaz on the creepWho wanna see me layin` deceased but my instinct is that of a beastFuck peace in these QB streets, I relate to . . What guns and nickel plates do niggaz tryna air you out and deflate youTrustin` a snake like trustin` a bitchPut it in your man hand not knowing he snitchAin`t no loyalty in this, niggaz boud to switchCause they hate to see a thug get rich, (BITCH!)[Havoc Hook 2X]You do dirt you get it back like a safe depositMight run but can`t hide skeleton`s in the closetThese streets are serious you better use some logicIt might sound foul but it`s "The Code" of the projects[Littles]Black clouds hover above the livest setsAc coups jumpin` out in shoes blowin` off tecsBefore "Littles" I was "Lord" street ghetto poetNever overthrow the people that crown youKillers and heathens around youY`all get clapped, left leaned and found foodMurder`s a hobby death is hard to digestWhen your man`s layin` stretched in a casket fleshOr gold cain, jumped out the coupe in all my swaggerAll eyes on me, niggaz lookin` at me likeThey mad I`m breathin` cause this niggaz layin` stiffHe done slipped up and sniffed up the wrong niggaz shitShow him my ones you get shot and hungOn the same phone lines where you jerk my onesI stay loyal death before dishonorLoyalty`s a honor few get the chance to tasteAnd you never ever safe when your brand is snakes[Havoc Hook 2X]You do dirt you get it back like a safe depositMight run but can`t hide skeleton`s in the closetThese streets are serious you better use some logicIt might sound foul but it`s "The Code" of the projects