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Respect The Code
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T.I.
Featuring(s) : Rick Ross
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[?] Mars [T.I.] Hmm, and they say ignorance is bliss, huh? I guess niggas is so blissful Do anything for dollars, the thought of havin' a fistful Make ‘em switch sides when it lookin' grim and dismal A coward dies a thousand deaths, no pistol See fuck nigga do fuck shit ‘cause they got fucked up intentions to Nigga got no principle, better watch who you listen to I see it in your eyes, you weak, the lies you speak And shit you do right now, where I'm from, you die in the streets ‘Cause, boy, that home shit I'm in the game everywhere, what the code said? And, boy, you lying, better watch how you approach that All in your feelings, showin' all of your emotions I'ma be a chill nig' about that ho shit [T.I.] All thе drama, I love it, get an erеction for it Like go to Vegas, fight police, not get arrested for it The smoke, I'm runnin' to it, trouble with the devil And, hell, they blow it in your direction, you best be ready for it Right, you're humble, arrogant, oxymoron, anomaly Egotistical activist, master solution strategist Full-time family man, part-time politics Trap nigga, fashion icon, I'm all of it I'm crucifyin' the messenger ‘Cause the messenger really need to hear ya Resort to let it sizzle in your spear To all these niggas goin' out, sayin' that, actin' all weird You embarrassin' yourself, lookie here, nigga Oh, no, niggas don't respect the code (Respect the code) Oh, no, act like bitches, niggas act like hoes (They disrespect the code) Catchers on me, oh, boy, don't you slip (Keep your eyes open) Keep your open (Your eyes), your eyes open [Rick Ross] I wish I really knew how to sing for you, baby (They disrespect the code) But since I can't, I'ma count this paper in front of you and Shower you with these gifts and (M-M-M-M, they don't respect the code) I'ma tell you the best shit that come to my mind and (Maybach Music) I want you to feel like I love you, baby [Rick Ross] Abu Dhabi, the penthouse slugs not for the images Calamari from California, came with cannabis (Came with cannabis) Fill areas that put the team up on banisters Pinkie rings and the other things that's seen to gamblers Count your acres, build your estates, we call it farm life Talkin' heavy, your chain's so hallow in your charm like Pistol poppin', you whip look polished and broad's nice Ke-mo sah-bee, hundred kilos just on a calm night Glad to see me, bowl of zucchini, call it mob life Drop the top then call the models, it's all the [?] type Bel-Air bottles back in Beverly Hills, we balled out Biggest boss, I'm poppin' dollars, fuck what you talkin' ‘bout? Hundred racks in no Cadillacs, now pull your cards out See a felon, you feed the felons, so they think you jealous Say you love him and write him letters, but you never met him Facts, I'm at the top because I'm chargin' tax, acts Oh, no, niggas don't respect the code (Respect the code) [?], a.k.a Willy Oh, no, act like bitches, niggas act like hoes (They disrespect the code) The big fish, talk to ‘em, uh Catchers on me, oh, boy, don't you slip (Keep your eyes open) Keep your open (Your eyes), your eyes open You disrespect the code, you don't respect the code
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