Run da Yard

Yeah, uh

Smooth shit

I'm with this game

Take y'all back in time, way before the '9, ya heard?

Mmm, '4-8-5, when we was out on the grind, it was all live

You know?

Real players was in the game, it was just real back then, ya heard?

Check me out, yo

I used to be a ****, every day out on the block

Socks full of rocks, dodgin' the motherfuckin' cops

Now I was just a jit but I was down with the set

Used to have the fattest shit, so them bases used to sweat

I got my first bomb from my sister's boyfriend

I was only eighteen, I had to get the min

Gave me a five-hundred dollar bomb, to start my shit off

Shit was slow at first, but I never took a loss

Now outta that five-hundred, I gave that **** three-eighty

He only made a B-eighty, yeah that **** tried to pimp me

But I was just a shorty that was new to the game

But I was true to the game and yep, I can do the same

So I took my B-eighty, bought a ball and a half

Came back 'round the way with a pocket full of slabs

Them five dollar bricks, all them bases on my dick

Tellin' they friends to buy from me cause my shit legit and thick

Think I'm just kiddin'? That **** what? This shit is true

**** couldn't make no money until my whole bomb was through

I quit goin' to school, 'cause that shit didn't mix

Rather hang out on the cut, makin' money slangin' bricks

Now shit was gettin' good, so I invested in a four-fifth

Case **** wanted to riff, I'm sure to leave 'em stiff

And just like I thought, **** tried to lay it down

But I had that four-pound, made that ass turn around

So I guess the beef was on, them **** know I'm with it

The spot was gettin' hot, but a **** had to get it

No bullshit permitted

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)

I'm up out the school, all them hoes on my meat

Had a '7-9 Caprice with some boomin' old feet

On my way to lunch, all the bitches want to ride

But I told 'em step aside, let my **** get inside

I been in school a couple of weeks, the loot was gettin' low

Then my man from back in the days said

"Yo, I know where to get some flow"

He said, "I got the scheme, boy, and you got the auto"

Now "Nobody's Untouchable" is my motherfuckin' motto

I'm out touchin' tourists, it's my everyday thang

Makin' grands by the day, more than I did slangin' 'caine

And I'm back in the game, I start lookin' heavy

Had some grands in my pocket, some feet on the Chevy

Now I'm rollin' with them crooks, lookin' for them books

Some heroes tried to chase, but they all got shook

So if we saw 'em lost, shit, you know a **** stuck 'em

They don't spend they money with the black, so motherfuck 'em

Everyday rollin', smokin' out, drinkin' brew

Gettin' loot, touchin' tourists, just some shit I used to do

Now when I first started, I was just a mere driver

But then I started jumpin' out on the funk, gettin' liver

So if we saw 'em slippin' with that book, I had to take it

And if they had they windows rolled up, I had to break it

We used to go about 7, be back by 9

Sometimes grabbin' two or three books at a time

Gettin' it off the muscle, yeah, that used to be my hustle

Runnin' up on the funk, knockin' 'em out if they tussle

Anything that had to be done, I probably done it

'Cause a **** like me was strictly 'bout them crispy hundreds

I used to be wildin', oh yeah, I'll admit it

But back in them days, shit, a **** had to get it

No bullshit permitted

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)

(Real, real, real, real)

(Real **** run the yard)