busta rhymes – code of the streets lyrics
m.o.p
its the code of the street
home as i creep
slow when you sleep
holding the heat
put holes in your jeep
respect the streets
its the code of the street
home as i creep
code of the streets
home as i creep
slow when you sleep
holding the heat
put holes in your jeep
respect the streets
its the code of the street
busta
lately i been spitting sh+t that got them running from it
touch my pillsbury dough ill poke you in your f+cking stomach
now incase you ain’t knowing these n+ggas they dont really want it
hand it over im taking your crown so mother f+cker run it
i stick you with knives and i turn you into chop suey
smack it out the ball park just likе he deputy matsuey
mothеr f+ckers you dare pull up your dresses now
from rocking a bunch of bootleg mitch+ll & nesses now
and while the streets grow weary of these sucker n+ggas
watch me grow while i be coming scarier than other n+ggas
im tired of crossing a life with all these phony n+ggas
running circles around em like ring around the rosie n+gga
fronting like you kinda comfortable and cosy n+gga
i ain’t gunna tell it but the streets already choose me n+gga
i lived for the streets ever since i was a little kid
built for banging the street feeling better than i ever did
my hood n+ggas its …….
m.o.p
its the code of the street
home as i creep
slow when you sleep
holding the heat
put holes in your jeep
respect the streets
its the code of the street
home as i creep
code of the streets
home as i creep
slow when you sleep
holding the heat
put holes in your jeep
(comissioner)
respect the streets
its the code of the street
busta
to get a little props you n+ggas shake anything
yeh i boast because i am the most everything
nonchalantly keep defeating you n+ggas im saying
despite im calmly super seeding you n+ggas im saying
and by the army brutally beating n+ggas im saying
f+ck you up and watch you bleed with you n+ggas im saying
what the f+ck be wrong with these n+ggas they fronting
till i push something sharp and long in a n+gga
and i promise whoever you dont wanna end up last the last dude
i feed the streets so much they call a n+ggas fast food
you wonder after all these years how i keep heat
stay in tune with the block and live the law of the street im saying
why n+ggas think that they could hurt me faking
i stuff your slabs of meat in a bag like a turkey baking
flattern n+ggas watch me woop on your squad because i cut n+ggas
like landscappers chopping bush in the yard
a n+gga holds so much weight i sell a hook for a mill
and give the streets enough heat for them to cook on the grills
the next day your gone hear about it and see how we sh+tted
i let the shadow cover my face when i throw up my finger
mo f+cker take a look and just see
i ain’t gutta die for yall to see the ghetto paint a mural of me
i was destin for the throne for a reason beyond imortal lies
and my words streets be immortalized am i breathing
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