Songtexte:
Yard Fight The Believe

hard (what?) The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?) Rakim conversation with God (what?) I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard Magic

the time the first bombs fell We were already bored We were already, already bored Sometimes I can't believe it I'm movin' past the feeling Sometimes I can't believe

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

Tulisa: I never ever hear what you said The fights and the laughter The success and disasters, No! But nothing seems clearer... Than the day you were gone... You said, despite all the stress You haveta fight

Remember everything that you said The fights and the laughter The success and disasters, no But nothing seems clearer than the day you were gone You said despite all the stress you have to fight

invincible, untouchable, CNN) But right now, CNN and Premier, nigga, do it like this, nigga Yo, yo Melvin Flynt drop, my whole collasso stop I can't believe

heat this hard, what? The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar, and what? Rakim conversation with God, what? I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard

waited till the coast was clear And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard '

and stripes on a pole in the front yard Picture of his wife and kids as a bookmark To keep his place inside the Good Book The words he believes and lives