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Paroles: Respect The Code

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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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