Texty:
Yard Fight The Still Lives

We're in this together and I won't forget. What lies in the pas still lives inside of us. And when that moment comes and we all release. It breaks free

game go? Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into yard fish Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into yard

soldier, In a boat I'll row into dover, Yeah it's over, the game's over. (RIFF) EXAMPLE: Put up ya' lighters, I clash the Titans, Fight the fighters, might fight

!! Change your whole attitude It's time to take off your cool If it make you wanna move, then move My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back

10 fifty-fo' under the hood Several stages of lifespan, damned if I would be a dope when it's not a laughin matter Modern contemporary man still hunt

the lower level, where the devils dwell Comin' from the one, comin' back from hell Peepin' out the window, checkin' on the criminals Out in the yard

they'd return When the war that they were fighting was over But only one lived to keep his vow And the story I was told said, "He lived to be quite

left, then again, shit no ones right I'm a kill my damn self the night I get fear, it ain't my fault he couldn't fight It ain't like, when I motherfucking

who lived around the corner. things hadn't been so bad at first: long walks, hearty dinners; even his kennel was in the same spot in their yard -- just