Текст (слова) песни: Mad Skillz - Street Rules

[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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Mad Skillz - Street Rules [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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Street Rules: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14970.html Все тексты песен: Mad Skillz » Mad Skillz - The Rap Up » Mad Skillz - Doin` Time in the Cypha » Mad Skillz - Tip of the Tongue » Mad Skillz - Ugly Freestyle » Mad Skillz - The Conceited Bastard » Mad Skillz - Inherit the World » Mad Skillz - Skillz in 95 » Mad Skillz - It`s Goin Down » Mad Skillz - Fatty Girl Freestyle » Mad Skillz - All In It » Mad Skillz - Extra Abstract Skillz » Mad Skillz - Skillz in `95 » Mad Skillz - Tongues of The Next Shit » Mad Skillz - Together » Mad Skillz - The Nod Factor » Mad Skillz - Unseen World » Mad Skillz - VA in the House » Mad Skillz - Move Ya Body » Mad Skillz - Y`all Don`t Wanna » Mad Skillz - Get Your Groove On Рекомендуем скачать: » Жека - НЕ ЗОВИ НАЗАД » Жасмин - Обручальное кольцо » Жанна Агузарова - Цифры » Жека - ОМУТ » Жанна Агузарова - Китай-город » Жасмин и Н. Басков - Только ты » Жанна Агузарова - Луч » Жасмин - Капля лета » Жека - БРАТВА » Жасмин - Долгие дни » Жанна Агузарова - Прикосновение к Есенину » Жека - Я, КАК ОСЕННИЙ ЛИСТ » Жасмин - Не отпускай меня » Женя Малахова - Мама » Жека - ТАМ ГДЕ МАЛО ДОРОГ » Жанна Агузарова - Луч » Жанна Агузарова - Пиранья » Жанна Фриске - Ла-ла-ла... » Жанна Агузарова - Кошки » Жасмин - Самый любимый
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