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Welcome 2 Tha Yard
04:46
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Step the fuck up
Feel the blade pressed up against your fucking chest
Blood swelling up in your fucking lungs
Prepare for what's to come,
This is for all you have done
There's no where to fucking run
Don't attempt to escape
We got the whole gang paitently lying in wait
A kick to the head a punch to the face
With a chain wrapped around my fist
This is what you get when you front and try to diss
Two face motherfucker
What would you do when you see me coming -through -with my
crew
What would you do
This is what you get
This is what you get
when you front and try to diss
Welcome to the yard bitch
All black timbs
Give you black n blue limbs
Nothing left to do
Don't try to deny the hate
You decied your fate when you ran off at the jaw
Fuck you and fuck the laws
All that talk now you have nothing to say ya little snitch bitch
Fake gangsta come to our city
And try to beef
Get yo ass stomped out beneath our feet
Fake gangsta don't know shit about loyalty
Respect thru fear
No hesitation life's not what it seems there's nothing left to hear
Shook one's scared to death
Every dog has its day and now its mine sucka
Do you think you deserve to live or are you gonna go to hell for all the things you did ?
Better think quick cuz the repear is here mother fucker
Live or die welcome 2 the yard
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Coming From the streets, where the struggle's real,
Broke and beaten down, but I refuse to kneel.
Survival's my anthem, in this concrete war,
Fighting on the street, coming from the fucking core.
Raised in the shadows of the city's despair,
Every step forward, feels like a fuckin dare.
No silver spoons, just shattered glass,
In the urban jungle, where dreams trespass.
Hustling hard, on these pavement streets
Stomping through struggles, in worn-out cleats.
Grit in my veins, like a hardened creed,
From the bottom up, I plant the mother fucking seed.
In the alleyways, where the pain unfolds, we are the night in this city's codes.
Rising from rags, living in this strife
Surviving the hood, carving my own life.
Streetlights flicker, as I fight the night,
From the ghetto's grasp, I pick my fight
(JOSH) Born from true pain
A life I can cant escape
No silver lining just a fist filled with hate
Fighting for life every single day
Victim to the jungle
Born from pain
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LD INTERLUDE
01:40
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Ain't no room for fake moves Fakers get out laid flat, no time to snooze Streets are authentic, fuck a fakin jax can't roam without protection always keep my steel I feel what I feel, born with the will Doing deals with the devil doing what I must to savor a decent meal, hunger's real
No silver spoon I act like that yeah I act like that
The MAC one-double, a poetic touch,
Leaving echoes of a narrative, untold as such.
Thick-skinned amidst the urban play,
Slanging green for green on the streets seeking solace, day by day.
City's weight bears heavy on the soul,
Slug-proof hidden underneath my carhart
God bless our journey into the drama's field,
Foot down, strolling, refusing to yield. I got to do what I got to do
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Any Last Werdz?
02:02
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Running from what you have caused
You dug your own grave
Time to deal with what you've done
Dishing it out for all to see
But when someone steps
you run and scream
Ain't no games to play
Pick up the pieces motherfucker
Run and hide don't stop until you die
6 ft deep is where you'll fuckin sleep
Me and the crew will run up on you
Run up in yo house while you sleeping on the couch put this Glock up in your mouth
Don't weep , it's time to sleep
It's time to sleep
Sleep bitch
You asked for this when you betrayed us and chose to be a flaw
Ski masks and fists is the last thing you will see. Time to dream
Calling for help
Shouldn't ever crossed the line
What are you gonna do now
Reaching for a gun
Miles away
You know you won't make it
Might as well just stay
You know this is where you'll lay
Take what's coming to you
Ready 2 die
Ready 2 Dieeeee
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Lockdown Toledo, Ohio
Toledo Ohio Hardcore/metal from the mud.
419 shit.
Vox - Marcus
Guitar - John
Bass - Bailey
Drums - Jake
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