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[Intro] 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 potnas for whatever bullshit reason Knowin' when youjumpedinthe streets thiswhat you signedup for So you either part of the problem or part of the solution You know what I mean? [Chorus] 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 codе, even if you gotta lose You had a choicе and you made it When you jumped in the streets and started bangin' [Verse 1] Man-made money, man-made choppas That's on my lap, dealin' with man-made problems Niggas comin' through I'ma be in the hood, I ain't got shit else to do Get 'em, baby I'm up all week off adrenaline, baby The cops askin' questions A 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? [Chorus] 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' [Verse 2] 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 the good guys 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 [Chorus] 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' [Outro] G-Slim's Revenge