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