Lyric Code Of The Streets
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they re living, you can t half step
It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
And if you ain t down, you ll get played out son
So let s get a car, you know, a fly whip
Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick
With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too
Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we re getting ours, yo
Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so
It doesn t matter if the cops be scoping
They can t do jack, that s why a young brother s open
To do anything, anywhere, anyplace
Buckwild in another court case
It s the code of the streets
They might say we re a menace to society
But at the same time I say "Why is it me?"
Am I the target, for destruction?
What about the system, and total corruption?
I can t work at no fast-food joint
I got some talent, so don t you get my point?
I ll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot
Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop
Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine
I gotta have it so I can leave behind
The mad poverty, never having always needing
If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding
I gotta get mine, I can t take no shorts
And while I m selling, here s a flash report
Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
Here s the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show?
You gotta be a pro, do what you know
When you re dealing with the code of the streets
Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding
Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings
Guru has never been one to play a big shot
It s just the styles I got that keep my mic hot
Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene
It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends
Coming, just to get what I m selling
Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon
So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest
Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect
I ve never been afraid to let loose my speech
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets
Cause in the life they re living, you can t half step
It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
And if you ain t down, you ll get played out son
So let s get a car, you know, a fly whip
Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick
With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too
Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we re getting ours, yo
Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so
It doesn t matter if the cops be scoping
They can t do jack, that s why a young brother s open
To do anything, anywhere, anyplace
Buckwild in another court case
It s the code of the streets
They might say we re a menace to society
But at the same time I say "Why is it me?"
Am I the target, for destruction?
What about the system, and total corruption?
I can t work at no fast-food joint
I got some talent, so don t you get my point?
I ll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot
Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop
Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine
I gotta have it so I can leave behind
The mad poverty, never having always needing
If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding
I gotta get mine, I can t take no shorts
And while I m selling, here s a flash report
Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
Here s the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show?
You gotta be a pro, do what you know
When you re dealing with the code of the streets
Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding
Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings
Guru has never been one to play a big shot
It s just the styles I got that keep my mic hot
Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene
It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends
Coming, just to get what I m selling
Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon
So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest
Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect
I ve never been afraid to let loose my speech
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets
