Texty:
Yard Fight The Running Scared

goals of my passion. All you fucking said it didn't mean shit. When things got hard you gave in and quit. First sign of trouble and you're running scared

powder the scale If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't come out of ya cell I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard You

powder the scale If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't come out of ya cell I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard You might

shit right here...will get you mugged in the street [Beanie Seagal] Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars

energy is running like the water down the drain Fighting is exciting, making everything so hard And every foot you run you want to turn into a yard You

You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint Like you high on that cry long running through your veins You

with his cane He got the bone HE GOT THE BONE! Smash into a post, I jumped out of my car Hopped over a wall, running through someone's yard Ran into

with his cane He got the bone HE GOT THE BONE! Smash into a post, I jumped out of my car Hopped over a wall, running through someone's yard Ran into

with his cane He got the bone HE GOT THE BONE! Smash into a post, I jumped out of my car Hopped over a wall, running through someone's yard Ran into