Insane Clown Posse - Gangsta Code lyrics

"That's right had to take my
Beat back my shit"

That shit was fun but close
Almost buttered my toast i took a slug
(Pow) I'm too big to duck behind a light post
We don't fight soft
(No) I wipe my Nikes off (Yo)
One of our soldiers died, a slight loss
I'm glad y'all brought his body
Back discrete under the sheet
Can't leave him layin' in the street
Dead in defeat and if his face complete
We'll kiss him on the cheek
And bury him with dignity and
Never miss a beat
Been on the "operation liquidation"
Translate: "retaliation annihilation"
Won't stop 'til they toe tagged, bagged up
Refrigerated
Everything nеck up blown off, obliterated
So quit cryin' over dudе, man the fuck up
Stand the fuck up
It ain't your fault he ran his luck up
I took a bullet too
(Pow) but I ain't trippin'
Let's pop the clips in
But don't be like him and caught slippin'

See, y'all are gonna follow me, no questions
And stay true to the G codes (G codes)
And we, we are gonna live by these directions
And we are never gonna let go (Let go)

Live by the streets, die by the streets
Never get above it, never gonna flee
The laws of the streets, tried by the streets
Never get around it, never goin' free

I said killas get to ridin', bust full clips!
But y'all still in here hidin'
Like some pussyhole lips!
That life, seven, playin' games fourteen
K-in' names
Twenty-one, slayin' lames twenty-eight
I stay in change
Havoc to reign, blood'll rain, feel the pain
Right on main i'm Dick and Jane, get in
Mane! Hit the cane, sick insane!
(Oh yeah) Death before dishonor (Hey)
Weighted by your word
Who the fuck inspired you: Big
Meech or Big Bird?
If you bust, you have an issue? We bust
Won't miss you! Get even! Is that your heart
Beatin' or your neden queefin'?
I'm with cheatin' 'long as you I'm defeatin'
My slugs'll leave you leakin'
Heat-seekin' tickets to a Jesus meetin'
What's up with all this bitchatism?
This shit is blasphemy!
You need to blast for me
Bloody a masterpiece
The way y'all sit around cryin'
Over this one dead busta
Made me think he blew a mean dick, he musta

See, y'all are gonna follow me, no questions
And stay true to the G codes (G codes)
And we, we are gonna live by these directions
And we are never gonna let go (Let go)

Live by the streets, die by the streets
Never get above it, never gonna flee
The laws of the streets, tried by the streets
Never get around it, never goin' free

Gangsta codes, that don't mean shit to ya
Crybaby hoes, need to dump a clip through ya
Lead flyin', I wanna hear your mama cryin'
What could mean more than a
Rag flyin? Kids dyin'
Tough shit! Who cares about 'em? They fucked!
And that fool under the
Sheet? He shoulda ducked!
You ask, "When does it stop?" When we on top!
To the nine with the slide slide
Let the bombs drop
I cause catastrophe to show they
Ain't as bad as me
To say that ain't a reason is treason
It's sad to me fuckin' tragedy
Look what I took for the team hold up
Where's the mirror at? What the fuck?
Where's my reflection?! How could
This be true? Wait a minute
Let me lift this sheet up off of dude
My God, there I am
Bullet hole in my forehead!
It's me you've all been mournin'
On the floor dead!

See, y'all are gonna follow me, no questions
And stay true to the G codes (G codes)
And we, we are gonna live by these directions
And we are never gonna let go (Let go)

Live by the streets, die by the streets
Never get above it, never gonna flee
The laws of the streets, tried by the streets
Never get around it, never goin' free