Identification E

Motherfuckers been tellin' since the beginning of Time, man, this shit ain't nothin' new. They was tellin' in the slave days. Motherfuckers writin' statements, cooperatin', Givin' up they partners for whatever bullshit Reason. Knowin' when you jumped in the streets, This what you signed up for. So you either part of the problem or part Of the solution, know what I mean? We don't talk to the cops. We don't identify opps. If you go down to the station, don't talk, Don't make no statement. That's the rules, stick to the code even if You gotta lose. You had a choice and you Made it when you jumped in the streets and Started bangin'. Man make money, Man-made choppers. It's on my lap, dealin' with Man-made problems. Niggas comin' through, I'ma be in the hood, ain't Got shit else to do. Get 'em, baby, I'm up all week off adrenaline, Baby. The cops askin' questions, the boy from the other Side talkin' to detectives. What the fuck goin' on? You the one that started this shit, somethin' wrong. His homies don't care. Boy, you got some good friends, I swear. But where I'm from, we don't do that. Nigga cross game and get his shit blew back. Or get beat blue-black. You broke hearts, nigga, why you do that? We don't talk to the cops. We don't identify opps. If you go down to the station, don't talk, Don't make no statement. That's the rules, stick to the code even if You gotta lose. You had a choice and you Made it when you jumped in the streets and Started bangin'. This lifestyle ain't for everybody. Niggas get cracked and wanna take down everybody. It's two things for sure, you gon' go to Jail and you might get smoked. But in the meantime, get money. Be prepared when them good times get ugly. Be prepared when a good guy snitch on you. He went bad, but it is what it is, Homie. It don't make sense. Can't trust half the niggas That you hangin' with. Stand tall for the niggas That you bangin' with. When the cops come, speak Another language. Ain't nobody make you do it. This life is attractive, but you blew it. It's no such thing as hatin' on a snitch. You out once that paperwork hit. We don't talk to the cops. We don't identify opps. If you go down to the station, don't talk, Don't make no statement. That's the rules, stick to the code even if You gotta lose. You had a choice and you made it when You jumped in the streets and started bangin'. G Slam's Revenge