Busta Rhymes, M.O.P. - Code of the Streets lyrics

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

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 niggas
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 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 niggas
Watch me grow while i be
Coming scarier than other niggas
Im tired of crossing a life
With all these phony niggas
Running circles around em like ring
Around the rosie nigga
Fronting like you kinda comfortable
And cosy nigga i ain't gunna tell it but the
Streets already choose me nigga
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 niggas it's

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

To get a little props
You niggas shake anything
Yeh i boast because i am the most everything
Nonchalantly keep defeating you
Niggas im saying
Despite im calmly super seeding
You niggas im saying
And by the army brutally
Beating niggas im saying
Fuck you up and watch you bleed
With you niggas im saying
What the fuck be wrong with
These niggas they fronting
Till i push something sharp and
Long in a nigga
And i promise whoever you don't wanna
End up last the last dude
I feed the streets so much they
Call a niggas 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 niggas think that they
Could hurt me faking
I stuff your slabs of meat in
A bag like a turkey baking
Flattern niggas watch me woop on your
Squad because i cut niggas
Like landscappers chopping bush in the yard
A nigga 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