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    504 i solemnly swear that I'll snitch
    Or testify on any of my homies
    That's the code to the streets, ya heard me
    What's up Krazy, we in here
    The New No Limit, code to the streets baby

    Could you tell me where my niggas at
    In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that
    Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
    I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped

    As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery
    My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary
    Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried
    This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry
    Face to face with reality, my dog is gone
    For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
    And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life
    I'm a soldier till I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes
    I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun
    If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
    Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love
    Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood

    [Chorus - 2x]

    [Master P]
    Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed
    C and Mac locked up, but we still a click
    Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain
    25 caught ten, man it's just a game
    When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer
    See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed
    I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast
    And the judge send a word about cop a plea
    They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated
    Facing life so it's strike three, independent
    Slanging records call us coke dealers
    C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us

    [Chorus - 2x]

    Lord please accept my nigga mail
    Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail
    I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail
    We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell
    For my dogs still slang for livings
    Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven
    I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets
    But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat
    And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping
    I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
    A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him
    I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him

    [Chorus - 2x]

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