Take this for example, young brothers want rep,
‘Cause in the life they're livin', you can't half step.
It starts with the young ones doin' 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 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 gettin' ours, yo,
Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars, so
It doesn't matter if the cops be scopin'
They can't do jack, that's why a young brothers hopin'
To do anything, anywhere, anyplace,
Buck wild 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,
Sellin' D-R-U-G-S and clockin' dollars, troop.
‘Cause the fat dough, yo, that suits me fine,
I gotta have it so I can leave behind
The mad poverty, never havin', always needin',
If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleedin'.
I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts,
And while I'm sellin', 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 dealin' with the code of the streets.
Nine times out of ten I win with the skills I be wieldin',
Got the tenth one kneelin', 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.
And fuck turnin' my back to the street scene,
It gives me energy, so I'ma keep fiends
Comin' just to get what I'm sellin',
Maybe criminal or felon droppin' gems on your melon.
So keep abreast to the Gang Starr conquest,
Underground roughnecks, pounds of respect.
I've never been afraid to let loose my speech,
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets.