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Yard Fight The Back It Up

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

to school Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard Shit would hit the fan motherfuckin' It would hit real hard I hear it every night, another gun fight

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

!!!) 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

style You-get-shot-style Timid, scared to get in it These dogs is rock rowd Unchained, untained, you know my name Act strange, pack flame It's not a game

Dubz Kept us together never knowing we'd end up Moving onto Mobo's pushing the bench up You pushed and pushed when no-one wanted to believe But back then it was all a dream It

way in the world It's how I thought it would end up If it wasn't for you B there wouldn't be N-Dubz Kept us together never knowing we'd end up Moving

t back down, oh, no Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe De Villes Brain dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels Girl, I'm too for real, lose your tooth and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it

I rap I represent it and will never referee in it Every minute so when I win it you never resent it I'm forever demented, come up with funk, I'll never