[Intro: B.G.]
You know Gizzle standin' on what's real (Facts)
I'm standin' on the code (Always)
I'm standin' on law (Believe that)
I don't know another way
[Chorus: B.G.]
You can say you this (This) and you can say you that (That)
That paperwork say that you's a motherfuckin' rat (Yeah)
So don't act like you real (Real) when you know you a bitch (Bitch)
And stay the fuck from 'round me, I ain't fuckin' with no snitch nigga
You can say you this (This) and you can say you that (That)
That paperwork say that you's a motherfuckin' rat
So don't act like you real (Real) when you know you a bitch (Bitch)
And stay the fuck from 'round me, I ain't fuckin' with no snitch nigga
[Verse 1: B.G.]
I done lost a lot of homies to this game I'm in (A lot)
Fifty percent to the grave, other half to the pen' (Pen')
Every time I look around, hood buryin' a G
Wonderin' if the next week, they gon' bе buryin' me
Carryin' me, on a fresh whitе tee layin' me (Me)
The way that these niggas rattin' that the shit scarin' me (I'm scared)
They breakin' every rule that's taught in the game
Could season your food now with all the salt in the game
Soft and they lame, bitch niggas ain't standin' for shit (Nothin')
Goin' out like Nino Brown, takin' the stand on the clique
What's happenin' with this? Lookin' at him like, "What's happenin' with that?" (What's happenin'?)
Nigga, that's your label, that's your main man that's a rat
Shocked and you hurt, thinkin' to yourself, "How could this be?" (How?)
How could I not see? All these years he was rockin' with me
That's how it be, enemy be right under your wing
Think fast (Fast), always mow your lawn, snakes in the grass
Sneaky as fuck, gotta prepare yourself for the strike (Strike)
If you don't and they bite, it could cost you your life
Real talk, know the shit I spit come straight from the heart (Heart)
Every word and every bar (Bar), you could take it as law (Law)
True to myself, so you know I'm true to this shit (I'm true)
I be coolin', I'll click it with that foolishness quick
Hooligan shit, forties, FNs, and Rugers with dicks
Fuck that boot 'em up, nigga be on that shoot 'em up shit (Nigga)
You know Gizzle standin' on what's real (Facts)
I'm standin' on the code (Always)
I'm standin' on law (Believe that)
I don't know another way
[Chorus: B.G.]
You can say you this (This) and you can say you that (That)
That paperwork say that you's a motherfuckin' rat (Yeah)
So don't act like you real (Real) when you know you a bitch (Bitch)
And stay the fuck from 'round me, I ain't fuckin' with no snitch nigga
You can say you this (This) and you can say you that (That)
That paperwork say that you's a motherfuckin' rat
So don't act like you real (Real) when you know you a bitch (Bitch)
And stay the fuck from 'round me, I ain't fuckin' with no snitch nigga
[Verse 1: B.G.]
I done lost a lot of homies to this game I'm in (A lot)
Fifty percent to the grave, other half to the pen' (Pen')
Every time I look around, hood buryin' a G
Wonderin' if the next week, they gon' bе buryin' me
Carryin' me, on a fresh whitе tee layin' me (Me)
The way that these niggas rattin' that the shit scarin' me (I'm scared)
They breakin' every rule that's taught in the game
Could season your food now with all the salt in the game
Soft and they lame, bitch niggas ain't standin' for shit (Nothin')
Goin' out like Nino Brown, takin' the stand on the clique
What's happenin' with this? Lookin' at him like, "What's happenin' with that?" (What's happenin'?)
Nigga, that's your label, that's your main man that's a rat
Shocked and you hurt, thinkin' to yourself, "How could this be?" (How?)
How could I not see? All these years he was rockin' with me
That's how it be, enemy be right under your wing
Think fast (Fast), always mow your lawn, snakes in the grass
Sneaky as fuck, gotta prepare yourself for the strike (Strike)
If you don't and they bite, it could cost you your life
Real talk, know the shit I spit come straight from the heart (Heart)
Every word and every bar (Bar), you could take it as law (Law)
True to myself, so you know I'm true to this shit (I'm true)
I be coolin', I'll click it with that foolishness quick
Hooligan shit, forties, FNs, and Rugers with dicks
Fuck that boot 'em up, nigga be on that shoot 'em up shit (Nigga)
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