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lirik lagu big marc henley - code of the streets

[intro: scarface & kids]
scarface:
ayo, gather ‘round, let me tell y’all a tale
bout a city where the streets stay hotter than h~ll
little homie asked me, “yo, tell me a story?”
alright, kid, but this one ain’t full of glory
see, out here, ain’t no santa claus ridin’ with gifts
only fiends in the alleys and dealers movin’ bricks
it’s a cold~ass world, no mistletoe kisses
only choppers and bodies, yeah, we handle our business
(gunshots ring out, kids scream, a car speeds off.)

[verse 1: ice cube]
merry m~th~f~ckin’ christmas, yeah, the block stay lit
we ain’t hangin’ up no stockings, just extended clips
candy paint drippin’ while i’m ridin’ through the snow
six~fo’ hoppin’ while i’m dodgin’ 5~0
ayo, i’m posted on the block like a holiday wreath
got them junkies lined up tryna cop that relief
no eggnog, just henny in a styrofoam cup
no jingle bells ringin’, just the ratchet gettin’ bust
we ain’t never seen no chimney, just the homies in the trap
no reindeers flyin’, just the fiends gettin’ clapped
so tell the kids the truth before they grow up lost
ain’t no north pole, just a block full of frost
(gunshots and sirens fade into next verse.)
[verse 2: scarface]
i see the christmas lights flash from the cop cars’ beams
every gift wrapped up is a dope boy’s dream
ain’t no fat man in red tryna slide through the set
only jackboys lurkin’ tryna cash out a check
m~th~f~ckas say they love you, but they want what you got
so i keep my 9 close when i roll through the spot
ain’t no peace on earth, ain’t no goodwill here
only cold~hearted k!llers and some bottles of beer
and the preacher still lyin’ on that sunday night
while a young boy starves ‘cause his mama gettin’ high
’tis the season for the murder, put the name on the shirt
light a candle for the homie, let his soul fly first
(glass shatters, a car peels out.)

[verse 3: tupac shakur]
on the third day of christmas, my homie gave to me
three loaded choppers, two masked~up gs
and a getaway driver in a black suv
see, it ain’t about love when you stuck in the war
it’s about stackin’ that paper, keepin’ your score
so if a sucka try to slide, best believe he gon’ fall
ain’t no peace in these streets, it’s just shots in the mall
tell these kids stop wishin’, ain’t no santa in sight
only crooked~ass cops tryna read me my rights
they wanna lock a real g just for touchin’ the bag
but they let the real snakes sit comfy and brag
so, f~ck all that christmas carolin’ noise
we was raised in the struggle, all my n~ggas self~employed
ain’t no gifts under trees, just a scale and some work
and a couple fake homies tryna put me in the dirt
(gunshots, then silence.)
[verse 4: mc eiht]
m~th~f~ck the mistletoe, we be dodgin’ them feds
every move calculated, keep one step ahead
ain’t no chestnuts roastin’, just this blunt in my hand
and a fiend in the alley tryna trade for a gram
see, we hustle year~round, ain’t no seasonal pause
only pounds in the trunk and some straps in the walls
merry christmas to the real ones, locked in a cell
while the rats stay free just to run and go tell
it’s the code of the streets, ain’t no presents or bows
only youngins with them dracos and some bulletproof clothes
yeah, they dress in all black like the midnight sky
with a prayer for the set, but a gleam in their eye
(beat fades out with gun c~cks and police sirens.)

[outro: scarface]
and that’s the way it is, lil’ homie
ain’t no happy endings out here
stay sharp, stay dangerous
merry m~th~f~ckin’ christmas…

- lirik lagu big marc henley

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