Текст песни Mad Skillz - Street Rules
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[Mad Skillz]YeahYo this go out to everybody, just doin what they gotta doKnowhatI`msayin? To get that cream, knahmean?[Chorus: repeat 2X]The streets don`t care who you areAnd those who fake jacks son they never get far[Mad Skillz]Yo, where I reside fake niggaz run and hide (what?)The streets be wicked, keep that biscuit by yo` sideWhat the fuck? Who the next crew to get run amuck?It`s all real over here, on the streets you get stuckfor fakin jacks don`t max cause the block stay hotWatch your back for the jeal` niggaz tryin to get what you got (true)Count your dough slow, never flash your endsAlways keep a stash spot and never make new friendsCommit your sins (right) confess on your own time kidNever think that you too nice to do a fuckin bidDon`t nobody but you wanna see, you gettin bigger (uh-huh)So for every loyal nigga (what?) it`s two spoiled niggaz (true)Midnight to six cliques pullin sweet vicks (uhh)Fulfullin cream dreams, takin niggaz out the mixNine-pound locked down by you and yo` crewBut watch yo` back nigga (why?) because the streets don`t have to[Chorus] - 2X[Mad Skillz]Yo, fuck gettin high, I need high doughAnd when you high all you seein is yo` money movin slowSo scratch the itch, don`t slip and don`t snitchLeavin? C`mon, this ain`t "Superfly" bitchAsk black, the kid with the wide-body Ac`Put a freeze on your cheese and you`re workin `til he stackNuff bills to chill, sniff lines and shit`til some niggaz hit crib on some tec-9 shitI numb gums like coke when you take a tasteYou in the wrong motherfuckin place tryin to be ScarfaceNiggaz be schemin and slippin on Henny demonTryin to outlast the next ass, cash got him fiendinto rock on the wrong blocks and don`t know the tacticsIn God we trust, mad deep like Sounds of BlacknessLocked in the rule of no sharin, it might seemI`m selfish but I`m for delf I can`t spend whipped cream[Chorus] - 2X[Mad Skillz]Break it downThe man is so hot niggaz is catchin suntansMakin plans to jam after they bag up this next gramBrothers gettin laced, I caught a new caseBut if they want me, they got to kill me twice like ScrewfaceExcess players I got no time for rest manKeep that dough flowin, motherFUCK owin the next manNeighborhood villain, hoodie glock no smileWhen I see you it`s gon` be, executioner styleWhat nigga? Check the stee`, yeah you know how it getOut here some ol` (?) Columbian blindfold shit (true)Dou-ble go to club chill drink holder (uhh)Discrete down to low cabbage gettin street soldiers (hah)Duckin guys `til heads recognize the realLettin lead fly, but instead I maintain and chill (uh-huh)You know the deal, kids get ill don`t sleepYou get your card pulled quick fuckin around in these streets[Chorus] - 4XYeah, you know how we doBig shout to everybodyI ain`t mad at ya, do your thing, y`knahmean?Northside, Southside, Eastern, WesternNiggaz gotta win