Testi:
Yard Fight The Believe

Another restless night here in middle class suburbia. Everything's alright nothing ever happens 'round here. No one ever fights, gunshots I've never

side of takeout Is mildew on rice But my obsession with the past is like a kid fight Few things are related to the old times When we didn't believe in

won't hit right And money don't grow on trees so what I look like Make moves,can't lose if I do it that way Fuck a fight,ain't nobody fin' to put they

and fight for what you believe Because in this life you go around just one time It could all end tomorrow so open your eyes and Keep on fighting For what you believe

get it in, get it out Don't sit on it- we know it's hard Trying to rap for Jesus, believe us From the block to the hood to the yard You feel like Noah

but for now, hey, I don?t mind dreamin?. ?Cause I got what I need. Got this house with some trees in the yard. I got kids and a wife and a life I believe

the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin game you undersmell that? Please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz IF YOUSE A BALLAHOLIC, nigga (scream it like you mean it) youse a baller, please believe

waited 'till the coast was clear And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah [Stase] Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard

tell mi yuh beg mi a call weh yuh gone search di phone fah Now a tear off mi shirt Afta mi dun tell yuh seh yuh a di woman a di yard And yuh know seh