One
One
(One, one, one, one, one, one, one)
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one
Shh, rule number one
Never leave your front door without a gun
I ain't no killer but don't push me, I be reachin' for my funds
Shit, my money long now, I could get a nigga done
'Cause most of these niggas pussy and most of these niggas broke
A few of 'em might dance but none of 'em toe to toe
I'm too worried 'bout the money to be f*ckin' with y'all
Y'all too worried 'bout the bitches, y'all priorities off
If they catch you with the pistol, hit the bushes and toss
If they pull you over dirty, hit the gas and get lost
Get lost in the world where the whirlwind
Make me wanna spin a nigga block like a whirlwind
I used to have a heart, now it's lost, but I'm searchin'
Dot, dot, dot, dot, I'm still searchin'
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one
(Never leave a ho to keep a hush)
Shh, rule number one
(They kiss and tell so much, they all got thrush)
Everybody got damages, everybody got problems
Everybody gon' tell on you, never spill out your problems
Give a nigga a bottle of water, they want the sea
Give a nigga a honeycomb, prolly gon' take your bees
Life ain't ever been free, everybody got fees
Leave my house, I got my pistol, if it jam, I won't leave
How my life get turned to this? I'm in a white community
Guess the money all the same from the Hill to the streets
Every beat that I felt was raisin' my clientele
Every brick that he felt was raisin' his clientele
Life get closer to them Heaven gates every time you raisehHell
Let's just pray that the circle you claim don't go and tell, 'cause that's
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number-
The Code Video (MV)
Performed By: IDK
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Jason Mills, Louis Celestin, Michael Goode
IDK - The Code Lyrics
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One
One
(One, one, one, one, one, one, one)
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one
Shh, rule number one
Never leave your front door without a gun
I ain't no killer but don't push me, I be reachin' for my funds
Shit, my money long now, I could get a nigga done
'Cause most of these niggas pussy and most of these niggas broke
A few of 'em might dance but none of 'em toe to toe
I'm too worried 'bout the money to be f*ckin' with y'all
Y'all too worried 'bout the bitches, y'all priorities off
If they catch you with the pistol, hit the bushes and toss
If they pull you over dirty, hit the gas and get lost
Get lost in the world where the whirlwind
Make me wanna spin a nigga block like a whirlwind
I used to have a heart, now it's lost, but I'm searchin'
Dot, dot, dot, dot, I'm still searchin'
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one
(Never leave a ho to keep a hush)
Shh, rule number one
(They kiss and tell so much, they all got thrush)
Everybody got damages, everybody got problems
Everybody gon' tell on you, never spill out your problems
Give a nigga a bottle of water, they want the sea
Give a nigga a honeycomb, prolly gon' take your bees
Life ain't ever been free, everybody got fees
Leave my house, I got my pistol, if it jam, I won't leave
How my life get turned to this? I'm in a white community
Guess the money all the same from the Hill to the streets
Every beat that I felt was raisin' my clientele
Every brick that he felt was raisin' his clientele
Life get closer to them Heaven gates every time you raisehHell
Let's just pray that the circle you claim don't go and tell, 'cause that's
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number-
One
(One, one, one, one, one, one, one)
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one
Shh, rule number one
Never leave your front door without a gun
I ain't no killer but don't push me, I be reachin' for my funds
Shit, my money long now, I could get a nigga done
'Cause most of these niggas pussy and most of these niggas broke
A few of 'em might dance but none of 'em toe to toe
I'm too worried 'bout the money to be f*ckin' with y'all
Y'all too worried 'bout the bitches, y'all priorities off
If they catch you with the pistol, hit the bushes and toss
If they pull you over dirty, hit the gas and get lost
Get lost in the world where the whirlwind
Make me wanna spin a nigga block like a whirlwind
I used to have a heart, now it's lost, but I'm searchin'
Dot, dot, dot, dot, I'm still searchin'
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one
(Never leave a ho to keep a hush)
Shh, rule number one
(They kiss and tell so much, they all got thrush)
Everybody got damages, everybody got problems
Everybody gon' tell on you, never spill out your problems
Give a nigga a bottle of water, they want the sea
Give a nigga a honeycomb, prolly gon' take your bees
Life ain't ever been free, everybody got fees
Leave my house, I got my pistol, if it jam, I won't leave
How my life get turned to this? I'm in a white community
Guess the money all the same from the Hill to the streets
Every beat that I felt was raisin' my clientele
Every brick that he felt was raisin' his clientele
Life get closer to them Heaven gates every time you raisehHell
Let's just pray that the circle you claim don't go and tell, 'cause that's
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number-
Writer: Jason Mills, Louis Celestin, Michael Goode
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC