G Code
Title | G Code |
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Artist | Geto Boys |
Album | The Foundation |
Release Date | 2005-01-25 |
Description | “G Code,” a Scarface solo track in all but name, is possibly his most incisive diatribe against snitches, his favorite target of ridicule. The song’s theme is made unmistakable—and unforgettable—by the music video, in which the Houston emcee “raps” the first verse with his mouth taped shut. Moving beyond simple “real Gs don’t rat out their friends” platitudes, the lyrics are full of technical legal terms such as “peace bond,” “5K1,” “Rule 35,” and “PSI(r),” all of which are part of the Federal judicial code relating to discretionary reduction of sentences (e.g. for informants). This song also caused some controversy upon its release for fingering Houston rapper and producer Lil' Troy (of “Wanna Be a Baller” fame) by name as a snitch, something Troy strenuously denied. |
Lyrics | [Ad-Lib] Man Motherfuckers just follow a nigga around, dude That's real Some shit though, fuck these feds Redneck, racist motherfuckers, man! [Verse 1] I don't wanna run (run) no more, but I know that if I stop I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hanging with 'Pac These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger Who do you call when these agents want you dead And they hit these penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies stuck out on indictments Caught up on the phone, talking prices (Hello?) 25-to-life's the mandatory minimal My whole community gets treated like they criminals Prior convictions getting motherfuckers hung Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung Mothers and fathers separated from they sons Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time When you was out here getting money from it everything was fine Now you crying in your jail cell, stressing on the case And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul You in question of your manhood homey (Keep the code) [Chorus] We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't talk to police We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood We rely on these streets dawg I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond Said we don't talk to police We ain't trustin' in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood Yeah we rely on these streets dawg I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood [Verse 2] See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see If I got shit to say about a nigga case I'm a motherfucking nigga through and through, iron gate Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25 Sat it out on appeal, and gave him back that time A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same Told a cracker tell your mammy suck his dick cuz he with James Ain't no motherfucking game, we been living this for real When the government is working, real niggas never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rapping but the homey Lil Pots can't get out Niggas they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out On a Rule 35, he informing for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes Now you showing up in court, testifying for the state You might also like[Chorus] We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't talk to police We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood We rely on these streets dawg I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond Said we don't talk to police We ain't trustin' in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood Yeah we rely on these streets dawg I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood [Verse 3] I'm knowing all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga trying to get clean, and you get in the way Know a nigga tryin to get green, and you stick out the bait Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate Still we stickin' to the G Code, we playing by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked Only connect the real, staying down with the true I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here's for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home He a motherfucking snitch, snitching niggas need this song [Chorus] We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't talk to police We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood We rely on these streets dawg I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond Said we don't talk to police We ain't trustin' in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood Yeah we rely on these streets dawg I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood [Outro] We don't talk to police We rely on these streets dawg Said we don't talk to police Yeah we rely on these streets dawg |