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Yard Fight The No Place

were turnin' red Looked to my left there were two more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods, in an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit

place I looked and saw on your face A smile that spoke to me In, oh, so many ways The Sunday morning bells Rang out that all was well Sun shone across the yard

between my thighs Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough Stop, look and listen, get back to your position Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard

'how the fuck d'you afford this place?', First place, first place, first place, Try and act up dem man will address that, call it, put a fucking man in their place

You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I wont back down Oh no I wont back

dealer man So So niggas aint no crew illa than 10 niggas layin and i got about a million dollars worth of cars in my front yard Im from a place in

know she looks beautiful to me The world is an ugly place but she's such a site to see The kind of woman that would put up a fight for me The kind that

with my fan bam, Thugline Bloody murder all these haters tryin' to take mine Call me the boos fighter, Frontline rider Leathaface'll catch a case up in this place

American man The American man Flies the stars and stripes on a pole in the front yard Picture of his wife and kids as a bookmark To keep his place inside