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lirik lagu street rules – mad skillz

yeah, yo this go out to everybody, just doin’ what they gotta do
knowhati’msayin’? 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 n-gg-z run and hide
the streets be wicked, keep that biscuit by yo’ side
what the f-ck? 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’ n-gg-z 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-ckin’ bid
don’t n-body but you wanna see, you gettin’ bigger
so for every loyal n-gg- it’s two spoiled n-gg-z

midnight to six cliques pullin’ sweet vicks
fulfullin’ cream dreams, takin’ n-gg-z out the mix
nine-pound locked down by you and yo’ crew
but watch yo’ back n-gg- 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

yo, f-ck 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-tch

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 n-gg-z hit crib on some tec-9 sh-t

i numb gums like c-ke when you take a taste
you in the wrong motherf-ckin’ place tryin’ to be scarface
n-gg-z be schemin’ and slippin’ on henny demon
tryin’ to outlast the next -ss, 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

break it down, the man is so hot n-gg-z 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-ck owin’ the next man
neighborhood villain, hoodie glock no smile
when i see you it’s gon’ be, executioner style

what n-gg-? check the stee’, yeah you know how it get
out here some ol’ [unverified] 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-ckin’ 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

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
n-gg-z gotta win

- mad skillz

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