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Code Seven

we a lock the city and, that is well known Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone Mi say Mickey Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now Mi squeeze seven

I've got more chins than Chinatown Well, I've never used a phone booth And I've never seen my toes When I'm goin' to the movies I take up seven rows

no other like my kind Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code

is nothing, n****z is garbage When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless Might break a promise but never breaking the code

Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga [Royce Da 5'9"] Seven

ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face I ain't bullshittin', I trick 'em and run up in they kitchen And she ain't a nonadeada, my niggas, then I'm splitin' Get a code

me hoe Got limousine tint like a real CEO Hands free, talking on the speaker phone Handling my business, just trying to get my freak on You know, bitches always beeping me with code

think, I should slash my wrist And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split (Uh, huh) Took the code

not optimal, octagonal Box you in stronger than oxen friend Accidents happen, I'm a phenomenon Lookin' at me is like staring at the ring too long You have seven