Biography:
The Geto Boys (originally spelled "Ghetto Boys") are a Gangsta Rap group from Houston, Texas, USA, active since 1986, consisting of Scarface, Willie D and Bushwick Bill. They are known for ultra-violent lyrical content and socially conscious messages. Their 1990 album, The Geto Boys, had to switch distributors from Geffen to Giant Records due to controversy over the graphic portrayal of rape, necrophilia, and murder in the song "Mind of a Lunatic.
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Geto Boys - G-Code
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To get the pattern down (on a acoustic guitar) it's a 'one and two and three and four
and'-pattern for each bar.
You need to throw in some palm muting or chops to get the rhythm down
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Verse
C#m E
I don't want to run no more, but I know that if I stop
B A
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac
C#m E
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slinger
B A
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
C#m E
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
B A
And they hit these penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello)
25-to-life's the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Why are them bitches gettin' motherfuckers hung
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung
Mothers and fathers separated from they sons
Households are broken; you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time
When you was out here gettin' money from it everything was fine
Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every single day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homey - keep it cold
Chorus 2x
C#m E
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
B A
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
C#m E
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
B A
I was born with the G-Code embedded in my blood
Verse:
See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see
if I got shit to say about a nigga case
I'm a motherfuckin' nigga through and through, I ain't gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on appeal, and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell your mpmmy suck his dick and see Rick James
Ain't no motherfuckin' game, we been livin' this for real
When the government is workin', real niggas never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin' but the homey Lil' Pots can't get out
Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out
On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes
Now you showin' up in court, testifyin' for the state
Chorus
Verse:
I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way
Know a nigga tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait
Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate
Still stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools
We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up
On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin' down with the true
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die
Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home
He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin' niggas need this song
Chorus
**
To get the pattern down (on a acoustic guitar) it's a 'one and two and three and four
and'-pattern for each bar.
You need to throw in some palm muting or chops to get the rhythm down
**
Verse
C#m E
I don't want to run no more, but I know that if I stop
B A
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac
C#m E
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slinger
B A
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
C#m E
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
B A
And they hit these penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello)
25-to-life's the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Why are them bitches gettin' motherfuckers hung
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung
Mothers and fathers separated from they sons
Households are broken; you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time
When you was out here gettin' money from it everything was fine
Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every single day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homey - keep it cold
Chorus 2x
C#m E
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
B A
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
C#m E
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
B A
I was born with the G-Code embedded in my blood
Verse:
See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see
if I got shit to say about a nigga case
I'm a motherfuckin' nigga through and through, I ain't gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on appeal, and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell your mpmmy suck his dick and see Rick James
Ain't no motherfuckin' game, we been livin' this for real
When the government is workin', real niggas never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin' but the homey Lil' Pots can't get out
Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out
On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes
Now you showin' up in court, testifyin' for the state
Chorus
Verse:
I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way
Know a nigga tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait
Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate
Still stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools
We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up
On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin' down with the true
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die
Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home
He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin' niggas need this song
Chorus
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