Five Steez - Yard Nigga Rap Lyrics

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Niggaz can't see Five unless it's my logo
For God's sake, I give a scarface to Manolo
The beat kick, I spit a punch, this the dojo
Label contracts, I read the clause, ho ho
You can't get me, gimme my percentage
I want black Bentleys without having to rent it
I'm winning the pennant, pass the ring and the crown
Lock down the town and bring them things around
Jamaican rappers, bringing that yard core
Smashing every girl in the world and want more
All my niggaz roar, lions in this jungle
Pumping weight and keeping iron for the muscle
I got a key to the studio, rhyming is my hustle
On the corporate ladder, climbing was a struggle
So I hopped off, let the boss know that I'm not soft
Don't watch my shirt and tie, just watch how you talk
I'm quick to throw a CEO out the window
I bet he hit the ground before he even say no
The crowd go Hey ho when I'm at the stageshow
So let me lay low, nigga, I don't play around
I could spray the pound but I'ma lay this down
I got the greatest sound and if you never knew
Well, now you know plus they call this the sour flow
Cause you make up your face when I spit out a quote

This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
Yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack
This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
Yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack
This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
Yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack
This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
Yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack

I was raised in the city of kings on this rock
I seen some of the prettiest things on my block
Sports cars, gorgeous women, see how large they living
Still it's hard in Kingston, so I'm on my grind
Everybody get their time to shine and soon is mine
People seh Who dat a rhyme? Is a yard yute dat
Him sound hard, true dat, But dis a JA
Him fi guh America, yow, wha unu tek mi for?
They revoking visas even if you smoking reefer
Plus in Jamaica, we get more for cheaper
Land of the sunshine, trees and no water
Thugs bleach by the border, they keeping the order
The police can't do shit and when they come
They buss their guns and kill innocent sons
Politicians sell drugs, some steal money
Wearing suits in Parliament looking real funny
Their days are numbered because the streets hungry
So am I, this paper, they can't keep from me
I'm pursuing this music with a crew of producers
Keep you moving and grooving, bobbing and nodding
Popping and locking, rocking and bopping
Working hard in the studio like I'm chopping the cotton
But, I'm no slave plus I own my masters
I need my cash faster, I shouldn't have to ask ya

This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
Yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack
This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
Yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack
This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
Yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack
This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
Yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack