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t.i. & rick ross - respect the code lyrics

[intro]
my guy mars

[verse 1: t.i.]
hey, they say ignorance is bliss, huh? i guess n+ggas is so blissful
do anything for dollars, the thought of havin’ a fistful
make ‘em switch sides when it lookin’ grim and dismal
a coward dies a thousand deaths, no pistol
see f+ck n+gga do f+ck sh+t ‘cause they got f+cked up intentions to
n+gga got no principle, better watch who you listen to
i see it in your eyes, you weak, the lies you speak
and sh+t you do right now, where i’m from, you die in the streets
‘cause, boy, that ho sh+t
i’m in the game, i ain’t worried what the coach said
and, boy, you lame, better watch how you approach that
all in your feelings, showin’ all of your emotions
i’ma be a chill n+gga ’bout that ho sh+t
all the drama, i love it, get an еrection for it
like go to vegas, fight policе, not get arrested for it
the smoke, i’m runnin’ to it, trouble with [?] it
and, h+ll, they blow it in your direction, you better be ready for it
right, you’re humble, arrogant, oxymoron, anomaly
egotistical activist, master solution strategist
full+time family man, part+time politic
trap n+gga, fashion icon, i’m all of it
don’t crucify the messenger
‘cause the message real, you need to hear it
absorb and let it sizzle in your spirit
to all these n+ggas goin’ out sad, actin’ all weird
you embarrassin’ yourself, lookie here, n+gga
[chorus: kes kross]
oh, no, n+ggas don’t respect the code (respect the code)
oh, no, act like b+tches, n+ggas act like hoes (they disrespect the code)
catch insomnia, boy, don’t you sleep (keep your eyes open)
keep your eyes open (your eyes), your eyes open

[interlude: rick ross]
i wish i really knew how to sing for you, baby (they disrespect the code)
but since i can’t, i’ma count this paper in front of you and
shower you with these gifts and (m+m+m+m, they don’t respect the code)
i’ma tell you the best sh+t that come to my mind and (maybach music)
i want you to feel like i love you, baby

[verse 3: rick ross]
abu dhabi, the penthouse slugs not for the amateurs
calamari from california, came with cannabis (came with cannabis)
fill areas that put the team up on the banisters
pinkie rings and the other things that seen the gamblers
count your acres, build your estates, we call it farm life
talkin’ heavy, your chains sound hollow when you charm life
pistol poppin’, you whip look polished and your broad’s nice
ke+mo sah+bee, hundred kilos just on a calm night
glad to see me, bowl of zucchini, call it mob life
drop the top and call the models, yes, all the tall type
bel+air bottles back in beverly hills, we balled out
biggest boss, i’m poppin’ dollars, f+ck what you talkin’ ‘bout?
hundred racks and no cadillacs, now pull your cars out
see you fell in and feed the felons, so they think you jealous
say you love him and write him letters, but you never mail him
fax, i’m at the top because i’m chargin’ tax, ask
[chorus: kes kross & rick ross]
oh, no, n+ggas don’t respect the code (respect the code)
renzel, a.k.a w+lly
oh, no, act like b+tches, n+ggas act like hoes (they disrespect the code)
the big fish, tell ‘em, uh
catch insomnia, boy, don’t you sleep (keep your eyes open)
keep your open (your eyes), your eyes open

[outro]
you’re just a spectacle, you don’t respect the code

- t i rick ross lyrics

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