[Verse 1]
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 crimes 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 puller, 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
Buck wild in another court case
It's the code of the streets
[Verse 2]
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 crazy loot
Selling D-R-U-G-S'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
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 crimes 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 puller, 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
Buck wild in another court case
It's the code of the streets
[Verse 2]
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 crazy loot
Selling D-R-U-G-S'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
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