T.I. - Respect The Code (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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T.I. - Respect The Code (en) Lyrics
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Hey, they say ignorance is bliss, huh?
I guess niggas 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 fuck niggas do fuck shit ‘cause
they got fucked up intentions to
Nigga got no principles, better
watch who you listen to
I see it in your eyes, you
weak, the lies you speak
And shit you do right now, where I'm
from, you die in the streets
‘Cause, boy, that ho shit
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 at your neck,
about that ho shit
All the drama, I love it,
gеt an erection for it
Like go to Vеgas, fight police,
not get arrested for it
The smoke, I'm runnin' to it,
trouble wouldn't dare avoid
And, hell, 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 nigga, 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 niggas goin' out
sad, actin' all weird
You embarrassin' yourself,
lookie here, nigga
Oh no, niggas don't respect the
code (Respect the code)
Oh no, act like bitches, niggas 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
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 shit that come
to my mind and (Maybach Music)
I want you to feel like
I love you, baby
Abu Dhabi, the penthouse slugs
not for the amateurs
Calamari from California
came with cannabis
Fill arenas 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
Kemosabe, 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
Belaire bottles back in Beverly
Hills, we balled out
Biggest boss, I'm poppin' dollars,
fuck 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
Renzel, a.k.a Willy
Keep your open (Your eyes)
your eyes open
You're just a spectacle, you
don't respect the code
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