Stickin' To The "G" Code

(Intro: Spice 1)
 Yeah, hah, hahaha
 And you don't stop
 (Spice 1)
 It's heatin' up like NBA Jams
 I'll put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slams
 Is it the shoes? No it's just my gangsta funk
 And it's the way that I be feelin' when I hit the skunk
 Rolls off them blunts, I'm smokin' off five before it's twelve 'o' clock
 I hit the blacks, see my niggas they servin' them knots
 It's an everyday thing, see nigga's they gotta get paid
 I'm rollin' up in my Cherokee some nigga's playa hatin' me
 But see some niggas lovin' me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya see
 Yeah I got some real niggas on my side ready to hoo-ride, and to all G codes apply
 So put your rap up in that funk mode and now you know hoe so don't even ask
 Because we stickin' to the G code
 (Chorus: Rosa Knight)
 Playa hate me, (stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a fuck
 Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code)
 (Spice 1)
 I ain't gon' never play myself out like some punk ass
 You gotta shoot my drunk ass before I bust a cap up in your mark ass
 And nigga that's game, you can't even given a shit 'bout a motherfuckin' thing playboy
 See me and the niggas that I be kickin' it with be talkin' shit
 We comin' with straight motherfuckin' real when we spit
 So if you thinkin' you wanna test this young nigga black
 My uzi's follow up motherfuckers like some chrome gat
 Leave you flat on that ass as I hop into
 my motherfuckin' dopefiend Renault and smile and smash
 Steppin' to my face and watch my gat EXPLODE!
 Unload, reload nigga, BITCH!
 (Chorus: Rosa Knight)
 Playa hate me, (cause I'm stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a fuck
 Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code)
 Playa hate me, (hey) I ain't givin' a fuck
 Stickin' to the G code
 (Spice 1)
 I'm rippin' shit up like a motherfuckin' hurricane, shady niggas blurr my brain
 Livin' up out my window pane with my strap
 Got one in the chamber, ready to aim a hollow tip
 me catch your grip up on my pistol as I wait for you to slip up
 Just another stick up, it's just ate my clip up
 Rip, rupt shit with my Mack 10 hiccup
 Fuck all them niggas who be funny style riders
 Stack my money pile a nigga that's tryin' to keep his ball on
 You must be gone if you think I've fallen off
 what I'm talkin' 'bout put these motherfuckers up in coffins
 Killin' 'em off and leave their bodies hummin' like Luther Van Dross
 If I don't get ya then the next nigga payin' the cost
 I ain't the nigga to be fucked with, ready to overload nigga
 Cause I'm stickin' to the G code
 (Chorus: Rosa Knight)
 Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck
 Stickin' to the G code
 (Spice 1)
 Don't like to let these niggas think I'm a sucker ass
 Gat these motherfuckers fast if they don't feel me like a real nigga
 Fuck 'em all if they wanna be like gats slipped
 My clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin' three
 Niggas in a line, glock twenty-three and my loved hard times
 So nigga don't be trippin' if I'm bustin' out my car window for nothin'
 A motherfucker gettin' more than just a little concussion player
 See how you gon' do niggas some harm
 when you so motherfuckin' soft niggas wanna squeeze your Charmin
 Let 'em know you ain't bullshittin' homie
 Make them motherfuckers say: "Damn, why he pull his strap on me?"
 In ninety-fo' you know I'm tryin' to have this shit sewed
 And I'm stickin' to the G code
 (Chorus: Rosa Knight)
 Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck
 Stickin' to the G code
 Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck
 Stickin' to the G code