The Geto Boys – G-code chords

Geto Boys -  G-Code

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

C#m EI don't want to run no more, but I know that if I stop
B AI'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac
C#m E These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slinger
B AMakin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
C#m E Who do you call when these agents want you dead
B AAnd 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 EWe don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
B AWe don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
C#m EWe rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
B AI 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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