'Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step
I've never been afraid to let lose my speech
And while I'm selling, here’s a flash report
Buck wild in another court case, it's the code of the streets
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP
They might say we're a menace to society
To do anything, anywhere, anyplace
It gives me energy, so imma keep fiends
Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon
I got some talent, so don't you get my point?
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect
I gotta have it so I can leave behind
Am I the target, for destruction?
Guru has never been one to play a big shot
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets
Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we’re getting ours, yo
Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be wielding
I can't work at no fast-food joint
I gotta get mine, I can’t take no shorts
Here’s the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show?
When you're dealing with the code of the streets
Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings
And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son
They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open
And fuck turning my back to the street scene
So keep abreast to the Gang Starr conquest
I'll organize some brothers and get crazy loot
It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
But at the same time I say,"Wwhy is it me?
You gotta be a pro, do what you know
Selling  D R U G S's and clocking dollars, troop
What about the system, and total corruption?"
Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick
It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping
Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
Coming, just to get what I'm selling
It’s just the styles I got that keep my mic hot
With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so
So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip
If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding
The mad poverty, never having always needing
We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too
Songwriters: Keith Elam, Chris Martin, Bobby Russell
'Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine