Stickin' to the "G" Code

(Intro: Spice 1)
Yeah, hah, hahaha
And you dont stop
(Spice 1)
Its heatin up like NBA Jams
Ill put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slams
Is it the shoes? No its just my gangsta funk
And its the way that I be feelin when I hit the skunk
Rolls off them blunts, Im smokin off five before its twelve o clock
I hit the blacks, see my niggas they servin them knots
Its an everyday thing, see niggas they gotta get paid
Im rollin up in my Cherokee some niggas 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 dont even ask
Because we stickin to the G code
(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, (stickin to the G code) I aint givin a fuck
Stickin to the G code (stickin to the G code)
(Spice 1)
I aint 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 thats game, you cant 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 uzis 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 Im stickin to the G code) I aint givin a fuck
Stickin to the G code (stickin to the G code)
Playa hate me, (hey) I aint givin a fuck
Stickin to the G code
(Spice 1)
Im 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, its 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 thats tryin to keep his ball on
You must be gone if you think Ive fallen off
what Im talkin bout put these motherfuckers up in coffins
Killin em off and leave their bodies hummin like Luther Van Dross
If I dont get ya then the next nigga payin the cost
I aint the nigga to be fucked with, ready to overload nigga
Cause Im stickin to the G code
(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, I aint givin a fuck
Stickin to the G code
(Spice 1)
Dont like to let these niggas think Im a sucker ass
Gat these motherfuckers fast if they dont 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 dont be trippin if Im 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 aint bullshittin homie
Make them motherfuckers say: 'Damn, why he pull his strap on me?'
In ninety-fo you know Im tryin to have this shit sewed
And Im stickin to the G code
(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, I aint givin a fuck
Stickin to the G code
Playa hate me, I aint givin a fuck
Stickin to the G code