(feat. Krazy)



[talking]

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



[Chorus]

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



[Krazy]

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]



[Krazy]

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]