making our words reality. Back it up. You can try to hold us down but we'll rise back up. You're just wasting your energy because we're never giving up
cuss me out (sorry ass nigga!) Then we make up (we make up mayne) Fuck on the couch (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH! [Verse 1:] UHHH! My main batch in the front yard finna fight
paying you, the system's fucking screwed. When you... see me... do you.. think that... I'll just... stand by... I won't... fight back. Black leather
yours it'll leave a scar Raise the bar, I pass it with the right scholastics They made it plastic, that's why they couldn't grasp it I always knew that
when I get outta bed I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads I sell it all day baby you sell it all night long Till the 15th comes
OH!!!) America back a yard in Jamaica (OH! OH!!!) You could be from unda di equator (OH!!!) Regardless I will see you later (OH! OH!!!) See you can run but it
snorters geeked-up and they keep runnin back to the plate We get it on, get it out the pot Get on the block, and get it gone Raised up out of the factories
it is And maybe we'll live,every ever even see it Believe it and how they get money ain't no secret But they gon' try to keep it from you when they see
skills but this ain't Guru and Preem It's just Blufoot and Ri' (oh), I'll sell you an ounce Happy shotters the anthem, turn it up loud So whether moving
that belong on a movie site Come on aight, admit it You really wanna come into my hood but you know it's not good to come up in it Cause everyday we
you You aint going no where, and you know it There?s no answers in this yard No wisdom in the dark Quit talking to the stars Before you blow it CHORUS Go back
and gone Keep on fighting For what you believe Never give in Existence is a struggle well it is quite hard We take it all for granted till it's in our yard
Say what? Flipmode put it down for y'all YEAH, YEAH!! {verse 2} yeah, yo, the empire strikes back shit is official, street niggas fight back the way we set it
thought i blew up over night (bomb) ups plus it down while you bs, f-ck around i took a dollar to the city of the dreams called up my homiez than i put
put it on a platter, girl, it don't matter I make it hot and you can pop it like a firecracker In the bedroom, bathroom, livin room Outside in the yard, it
another one Repeat 2x Verse 1: Yea these niggaz like haters want to fight me Yea these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B Yea I switch it up I got
it gets, someone somewhere?s got it worse. All things considered, I?m doin? better than I deserve. It?s cold out this mornin?. It?s raining, it?s pourin?. My back?s acting up
dick Even if you had a pussy bitch I wouldn't splurge trick Man I'm comin down hard, pullin pussy niggaz cards If you don't like it KNUCKLE UP and take it to the yard
