The Game - The Code ft. 21 Savage Lyrics

The Code By The Game

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

I was young, black, and ashy, ’42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket
Throwin’ up Blood to any car that ever pass me
*** classy
Gold hand bone, mama said I’m too flashy
Niggas wanna dap me, tell ’em, “Run it,” like a track meet
On my DMX ***, tell my enemies to get at me
I’m from Compton where the *** carry ratchets
And niggas in wheelchairs ain’t never heard of Degrassi
Raw hand, I’m gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies
N.Y.C., top-down, B.I.G. blastin’
Nas said I’d be a legend, ***, don’t gas me
Hot in ’97, Funk Flex had to ask me:
“How you make it out that beef with Hov?”
***, my passion

I was in New York the first time I heard “Dear Summer” on Hot 97
Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway
Lookin’ out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
It’s still West Side though

See the thing I miss about hip hop the most
Was the storytelling
That B.I.G. ***, that Nas ***, that Slick Rick ***
That Tribe Called Quest
You know that, that cruisin’ the street in my ’64, R.I.P. to Eazy
I ain’t got nothin’ against new hip hop, I *** with all you niggas
And remember, ***, I was young too, let’s go

Made it out the hood and some, I’m on my fourth passport
God gave me all this ***, I ain’t have to ask for it
Gold things on a ’97 Honda Passport
Black ski mask on, runnin’ from the task force
Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it
Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard
Sold drugs, made straight A’s, and I was playin’ sports
Youngin’ and fresh, six bricks inside of Jansport
Fast forward, countin’ this money on Aftermath fort
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my *** ten stacks
Told her, “Don’t come back here,” ’til she got a ass for it
Told her, “Run through MAC and then Louis to get a bag for it”
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard
*** a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (*** 12)
AK with the stop (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)

Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang-bang (Bang)
Gang-gang, get a *** stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like I’m Dan Wayne, bring the major pain-pain
Candle-light, falsified, fish fried, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G *** (C)
When I’m with the chopper, watch a *** get seasick (Sea)
Throwin’ up the pyramid, like I’m from Egypt (Gang)
The hunnid round see-through, y’all so see-through (Bop)
I know real Crips and they say they never see you
Just like Clifford, I’m the big red blood, ayy
Glock .45, get a big red slug
You ain’t blood, you a ***, you a big red stud (Oh)
Way before the rap, I trapped it out the coal
I didn’t know how the water whip, I straight dropped the dough (Oh)
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain’t got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt (Skrrt)
I do this *** myself, ***, I don’t need no help
Walk up on ’em with that, God help me, he a priest now (Bop)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
*** all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Posted on the block, Dusse-Dusse in my sock
Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (Yeah)
Couple years, real niggas gonna be extinct (Bam)
***, I got a MAC-10 under this mink (Hey)
Pull up, let it blink, ***, I don’t think (Oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon’ make that *** sink (Straight up)

The Game – The Code ft. 21 Savage Lyrics

Related

More Songs by The Game

Related