[Verse] Hands dirty, soap never touched my knuckles, Street sermons, preaching through the brass and the hustle. Truth buried, shovels ain't for the garden bed, Tongues wagging turn pillows into coffin heads. They whisper in the alleys where the shadows dwell, Loose lips baptize themselves in hell. Clock tick, plot thick, snakes shedding skin, Every Judas gets a table, but the bread's thin. [Chorus] Code of silence, iron-clad alliance, Talk too much, you dance with defiance. Words turn to ash, truth burns the air, Snitches regret when no one's there. [Verse 2] Teeth clenched, secrets stitched in the gums, One word away from being buried where I'm from. The streets got memories sharper than a blade, Every scar on my wrist is a story replayed. Phone taps, traps, whispers in the mist, Backstabbers dreaming 'bout a Judas kiss. Cement shoes in waters where the tide don't play, You snitch, you swim, ain't no other way. [Chorus] Code of silence, iron-clad alliance, Talk too much, you dance with defiance. Words turn to ash, truth burns the air, Snitches regret when no one's there.
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