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Street Rules (Explicit) - Mad Skillz
Yeah yo this go out to everybody
Just doin' what they gotta do
Know what I'm sayin' to get that cream knahmean
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
Yo where I reside fake niggaz run and hide
The streets be wicked keep that biscuit by yo' side
What the f**k who the next crew to get run amuck
It's all real over here on the streets you get stuck
For fakin' jacks don't max 'cause the block stay hot
Watch your back for the jeal'
Niggaz tryin' to get what you got
Count your dough slow never flash your ends
Always keep a stash spot and never make new friends
Commit your sins confess on your own time kid
Never think that you too nice to do a f**kin' bid
Don't nobody but you wanna see you gettin' bigger
So for every loyal ni**a it's two spoiled niggaz
Midnight to six cliques pullin' sweet vicks
Fulfullin' cream dreams takin' niggaz out the mix
Nine pound locked down by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back ni**a because the streets don't have to
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
Yo f**k gettin' high I need high dough
And when you high all you seein' is yo' money movin' slow
So scratch the itch don't slip and don't snitch
Leavin' c'mon this ain't superfly b**ch
Ask black the kid with the wide body ac
Put a freeze on your cheese and you're workin' till he stack
'Nuff bills to chill sniff lines and sh*t
Till some niggaz hit crib on some tec 9 sh*t
I numb gums like coke when you take a taste
You in the wrong motherf**kin' place tryin' to be scarface
Niggaz be schemin' and slippin' on henny demon
Tryin' to outlast the next a** cash got him fiendin'
To rock on the wrong blocks and don't know the tactics
In god we trust mad deep like sounds of blackness
Locked in the rule of no sharin' it might seem
I'm selfish but I'm for delf I can't spend whipped cream
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
Break it down the man is so hot niggaz is catchin' suntans
Makin' plans to jam after they bag up this next gram
Brothers gettin' laced I caught a new case
But if they want me they got to kill me
Twice like screwface
Excess players I got no time for rest man
Keep that dough flowin' motherf**k owin' the next man
Neighborhood villain hoodie glock no smile
When I see you it's gon' be executioner style
What ni**a check the stee' yeah you know how it get
I hey so melt gold Columbian blindfold sh*t
Double go to club chill drink holder
Discrete down to low cabbage gettin' street soldiers
Duckin' guys till heads recognize the real
Lettin' lead fly but instead I maintain and chill
You know the deal kids get ill don't sleep
You get your card pulled quick f**kin' around in these streets
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jack's son they never get far
Never get far
Yeah you know how we do big shout to everybody
I ain't mad at ya do your thing y'knahmean
Northside southside eastern western
Niggaz gotta win
