Code Of The Streets Lyrics - Gangstarr

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 

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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 f**k 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