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 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 n***as they dont 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 likе he deputy matsuey
Mothеr fuckers 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 n***as
Watch me grow while i be coming scarier than other n***as
Im tired of crossing a life with all these phony n***as
Running circles around em like ring around the rosie n***a
Fronting like you kinda comfortable and cosy n***a
I ain't gunna tell it but the streets already choose me n***a
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***as 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***as shake anything
Yeh i boast because i am the most everything
Nonchalantly keep defeating you n***as im saying
Despite im calmly super seeding you n***as im saying
And by the army brutally beating n***as im saying
Fuck you up and watch you bleed with you n***as im saying
What the fuck be wrong with these n***as they fronting
Till i push something sharp and long in a n***a
And i promise whoever you dont wanna end up last the last dude
I feed the streets so much they call a n***as 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***as think that they could hurt me faking
I stuff your slabs of meat in a bag like a turkey baking
Flattern n***as watch me woop on your squad because i cut n***as
Like landscappers chopping bush in the yard
A n***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
Mo fucker 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