Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Code Of The Streets, artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |