Code of the Streets

Commissioner

Y'all

Code of the streets, owners who creep

Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat

Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets

Code of the streets, owners who creep

Code of the streets, owners who creep

Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat

Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets

Code of the streets

Lately I been spitting shit that got them running from it

Touch my Pillsbury dough ill poke you in your fucking stomach

Now incase you ain't knowing these **** they don't really want it

Hand it over im taking your crown, so mother fucker run it

I stick you with knives and I turn you into chop suey

Smack it out the ball park just like he deputy matsuey

Motherfuckers, you dare pull up your dresses now

From rocking a bunch of bootleg Mitchell & Nesses now

And while the streets grow weary of these sucker ****

Watch me grow while I be coming scarier than other ****

I'm tired of crossing a life with all these phony ****

Running circles around em like ring around the rosie ****

Fronting like you kinda comfortable and cosy ****

I ain't gunna tell it but the streets already choose me ****

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 **** it's…

Code of the streets, owners who creep

Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat

Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets

Code of the streets, owners who creep

Code of the streets, owners who creep

Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat

Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets

(Comissioner) Code of the streets

To get a little props you, ****, shake anything

Yeah, I boast, because I am the most everything

Nonchalantly keep defeating you, ****, I'm saying

Despite I'm calmly super seeding you, ****, I'm saying

And by the army brutally beating, ****, I'm saying

Fuck you up and watch you bleed with you, ****, I'm saying

What the fuck be wrong with these **** they fronting?

'Til I push something sharp and long in a ****

And I promise whoever you don't wanna end up last the last dude

I feed the streets so much they call a **** 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, I'm saying

Why **** think that they could hurt me faking

I stuff your slabs of meat in a bag like a turkey baking

Flattern **** watch me woop on your squad because I cut ****

Like landscappers chopping bush in the yard

A **** 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 shitted

I let the shadow cover my face when I throw up my finger

Motherfucker, take a look and just see

I ain't gutta die for y'all 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