[Intro]
Commissioner
Y'all

[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
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

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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 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 dеputy matsuey
Motherfuckers, you darе 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
I'm 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 it's…
[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
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

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
To get a little props you, n***as, shake anything
Yeah, I boast, because I am the most everything
Nonchalantly keep defeating you, n***as, I'm saying
Despite I'm calmly super seeding you, n***as, I'm saying
And by the army brutally beating, n***as, I'm saying
Fuck you up and watch you bleed with you, n***as, I'm saying
What the fuck be wrong with these n***as they fronting?
'Til I push something sharp and long in a n***a
And I promise whoever you don't 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, I'm 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
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