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Freedom Writers - Code Of The Streets (Gang Starr)

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