lirik lagu skillz - street rules
[mad sk!llz]
yeah
yo this go out to everybody, just doin what they gotta do
knowhati’msayin? to get that cream, knahmean?
[hook: repeat 2x]
the streets don’t care who you are
and those who fake jacks son they never get far
[mad sk!llz]
yo, where i reside fake n-ggas run and hide (what?)
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-ggas 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 f-ckin bid
don’t n0body but you wanna see, you gettin bigger (uh-huh)
so for every loyal n-gga (what?) it’s two spoiled n-ggas (true)
midnight to six cliques pullin sweet vicks (uhh)
fulfullin cream dreams, takin n-ggas out the mix
nine-pound locked down by you and yo’ crew
but watch yo’ back n-gga (why?) because the streets don’t have to
[hook] – 2x
[mad sk!llz]
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 ’til he stack
nuff bills to chill, sniff lines and sh-t
’til some n-ggas hit crib on some tec-9 sh-t
i numb gums like c0ke when you take a taste
you in the wrong motherf-ckin place tryin to be scarface
n-ggas 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
[hook] – 2x
[mad sk!llz]
break it down
the man is so hot n-ggas 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 k!ll 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-gga? check the stee’, yeah you know how it get
out here some ol’ (?) columbian blindfold sh-t (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 f-ckin around in these streets
[hook] – 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
n-ggas gotta win
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