Street Rules

歌詞

[Mad Skillz] Yeah Yo this go out to everybody, just doin what they gotta do KnowhatI'msayin? To get that cream, knahmean? [Chorus: repeat 2X] The streets don't care who you are And 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' side What the fuck? 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 (true) Count your dough slow, never flash your ends Always keep a stash spot and never make new friends Commit your sins (right) confess on your own time kid Never think that you too nice to do a fuckin bid Don'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 mix Nine-pound locked down by you and yo' crew But watch yo' back nigga (why?) because the streets don't have to [Chorus] - 2X [Mad Skillz] Yo, fuck 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" bitch Ask black, the kid with the wide-body Ac' Put a freeze on your cheese and you're workin 'til he stack Nuff bills to chill, sniff lines and shit 'til some niggaz hit crib on some tec-9 shit I numb gums like coke when you take a taste You in the wrong motherfuckin place tryin to be Scarface Niggaz be schemin and slippin on Henny demon Tryin to outlast the next ass, 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 [Chorus] - 2X [Mad Skillz] 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, motherFUCK owin the next man Neighborhood villain, hoodie glock no smile When I see you it's gon' be, executioner style What nigga? Check the stee', yeah you know how it get Out 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 real Lettin lead fly, but instead I maintain and chill (uh-huh) You know the deal, kids get ill don't sleep You get your card pulled quick fuckin around in these streets [Chorus] - 4X 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