Street Rules Lyrics - 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 niggaz run and hide 

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 

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 fuckin' bid 

Don't nobody but you wanna see, you gettin' bigger 

So for every loyal nigga 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 nigga 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, 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' till he stack 

'Nuff bills to chill, sniff lines and shit 

Till 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 

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', 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' [Unverified] Columbian blindfold shit 

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 fuckin' 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 

Niggaz gotta win