[Intro]

Motherfuckers been tellin' since the beginning of time, man

This shit ain't nothin' new

They was tellin' in the slave days

Motherfuckers writin' statements, cooperatin'

Givin' up they potnas for whatever bullshit reason

Knowin' when you jumped in the streets this what you signed up for

So you either part of the problem or part of the solution

You know what I mean?

[Chorus]

We don't talk to the cops

We don't identify opps

If you go down to the station

Don't talk, don't make no statement

That's the rules

Stick to the codе, even if you gotta lose

You had a choicе and you made it

When you jumped in the streets and started bangin'

[Verse 1]

Man-made money, man-made choppas

That's on my lap, dealin' with man-made problems

Niggas comin' through

I'ma be in the hood, I ain't got shit else to do

Get 'em, baby

I'm up all week off adrenaline, baby

The cops askin' questions

A boy from the other side talkin' to detectives

What the fuck goin' on?

You the one that started this shit, somethin' wrong

His homies don't care

Boy, you got some good friends, I swear

But where I'm from, we don't do that

Nigga cross game and get his shit blew back

Or get beat blue-black

You broke hearts, nigga, why you do that?

[Chorus]

We don't talk to the cops

We don't identify opps

If you go down to the station

Don't talk, don't make no statement

That's the rules

Stick to the code, even if you gotta lose

You had a choice and you made it

When you jumped in the streets and started bangin'

[Verse 2]

This lifestyle ain't for everybody

Niggas get cracked and wanna take down everybody

It's two things for sure

You gon' go to jail and you might get smoked

But in the meantime, get money

Be prepared when them good times get ugly

Be prepared when the good guys snitch on you

He went bad, but it is what it is, homie

It don't make sense

Can't trust half the niggas that you hangin' with

Stand tall for the niggas that you bangin' with

When the cops come, speak another language

Ain't nobody make you do it

This life is attractive, but you blew it

It's no such thing as hatin' on a snitch

You out once that paperwork hit

[Chorus]

We don't talk to the cops

We don't identify opps

If you go down to the station

Don't talk, don't make no statement

That's the rules

Stick to the code, even if you gotta lose

You had a choice and you made it

When you jumped in the streets and started bangin'

[Outro]

G-Slim's Revenge