Kunci: D# minor
Verse 1
street home as i creep
D
C
Em
D
C
Am
Slow when you
C
Am
sleep holding the heat
D
Am
Put holes in your
jeep respect the streets
Its the code of the street
C
Am
home as i creep
Em
D
Code of the streets home as i creep
C
Am
Slow when you sleep holding the heat
Put holes in your jeep respect the streets
C
Am
Its the code of the street
Verse 2
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Lately i been spitting shit that
Got them running from it
D
Am
Touch my Pillsbury dough ill poke
You in your fucking stomach
Now incase you ain't knowing
Am
They don't really want it
Hand it over im taking your crown
So mother fucker run it
Em
E
Em
Am
I stick you
D
C
Am
with knives and i
Turn you into chop suey
Smack it out the ball park
C
Just likе he deputy matsuey
Am
Mothеr fuckers you dare pull
Up your dresses now
D
Am
From rocking a bunch of bootleg
Mitchell & Nesses now
And while the streets grow weary
Am
Watch me grow while i be
Coming scarier than other niggas
Im tired of crossing a life
Em
With all these phony niggas
D
C
Am
Running circles around em
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Am
C
Am
like ring
Around the rosie nigga
Fronting like you kinda comfortable
And cosy nigga i ain't gunna
D
Am
tell it but the
Streets already choose me nigga
I lived for the streets ever since
I was a little kid
C
Am
Built for banging the street feeling
Better than i ever did my hood niggas it's
Verse 3
Em
Its the code of the street
E
Em
home as i creep
Am
D
C
Am
Slow when you
sleep holding the heat
Its the code of the street
home as i creep
C
Code of the streets home as i creep
Am
D
Slow when you sleep
Put holes in your jeep (comissioner)
Respect the streets
C
Am
Its the code of the street
C
Am
To get a little
Verse 4
Em
props
D
C
Am
You niggas shake anything
Yeh i boast because i am the
most everything
C
Am
Nonchalantly keep defeating you
Niggas im saying
Despite im calmly super seeding
C
Am
D
You niggas im saying
Am
And by the army brutally
Am
Fuck you up and watch you bleed
With you niggas im saying
Em
What the fuck be wrong with
Am
C
Am
These niggas they fronting
Till i push something sharp and
Am
And i promise whoever you don't wanna
End up last the last dude
I feed the streets so much they
Am
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
C
Why niggas think that they
Could hurt me faking
Am
I stuff your slabs of meat in
A bag like a turkey baking
Flattern niggas watch me woop on your
Em
Squad because i cut niggas
Like landscappers chopping
C
Am
A nig ga holds so much
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Am
weight i
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Am
Sell a hook for a mill
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Am
C
D
And give the streets
C
Them to cook on the grills
Am
The next day your gone hear about
It and see how we shitted
Em
I let the shadow cover my face
When i throw up my finger
D
C
Am
Mo fucker take a look and just see
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Am
I ain't gutta die for yall to see
The ghetto paint a mural of me
I was destin for the throne for
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Am
A reason beyond imortal lies
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Am
And my words streets be
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Immortalized am i breathing
Outro 1
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Em
D
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