Code Of The Streets

Yeah, IceBerg nigga, 2006, SMG bitch

Niggaz out here got nerve to tell me keep it real

Faggot ass motherfuckers have no motherfucking.. Reference point to real

Thorough niggaz know, there's rules to this shit

Original gangster, I respect the laws

Of the crimes lords and the gangster wars

My only religion, is the code of the streets

We never use cops, we just handle our bleat

The penalty precision is an infant death

Never disrespect or betray your set

Love and loyalty is the ultimate goal

To the Code of the Streets, I hear my pledge in my soul

When I was nineteen, I learned the game unpolitely

Niggaz threw me on the back of the 'llac, told me to shut up

Put me in the crack spot, made me chop rocks

Put me on the streets, taught me how to lock blocks

Told me never snitch, never trust man or bitch

Rock revolvers, never trust gats with clips

Speak in low tones, even when you think you're alone

Cause phones will get you sent upstate, cause feds rotate

And all that close talking, talk about birds and cake

They talk it better than you, so advice your crew

And any body new, watch him with profiles

Cause the D-E-A is crafty and those sending spies

Feds get gangster, hard niggaz tell

Bitches get jealous and they send you to hell

Your best friend is a rat, I can tell by the smell

You'll get cracked for the gat, they can tell by the shell

Truth is, most of these bitches, is harder than men

Fact is, most of these gangsters, turn gay in the pen

And if I let you rob me once, you'll probably rob me again

That's why some niggaz lives must end

They tell, you keep your friends closer, I keep them closer than most

My enemies can do whatever, I'ma pose with a toss

Live your life low and simply you should be like a ghost

When you get a legal paper, it ain't too smart to boast, nigga

Yeah, niggaz out there talking about how real it is

Niggaz got this shit twisted

Niggaz is snitching like motherfucking bitches

Niggaz got this shit all fucked up

Nowadays, you niggaz analyzing the shot not the shooter

Got a gold simi, choose the glock not the rooga

Don't leave your conversations on your Goddamn computor

Listen to me close, it might extend your life

Don't trust all your homies, some of them'll bend your wife

Cause there's two games, one that respects the laws

And one that's straight scandalous and listed across

If you're fucking with the second one, you'll end for a loss

They play another game, blast, kill, collect the cash

No running when they're gunning and they don't wear masks

The middle niggaz mobbing, just trying to eat

They don't give a fuck about the code of the streets (COME ON!!)