Gangsta Code - Insane Clown Posse

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 neck up blown off, obliterated

So quit cryin' over dude, 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'?

How we cheatin' 'long as you undefeated?

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

Cowardly hoes, need to dump a clip through ya

Lead flyin', I wanna hear ya mama cryin'

What can 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 caused 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 a 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