Run The Yard

Lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen It's about that time The hungry niggas is out Let's go, uh [Verse 1] The hurt thrower, the demon far from a churchgoer The first of the bloodthirsty emerge from the Earth solo And words give a hearse, flowers rise form the dirt slower Each verse is a curse, Kurt Cobain bring the hearse over The purse snatcher to any beat you put on attacker After the laughter, disaster falls on you rap bastards All of you backpackers rise up out of the black cloud All of you wack clowns, we want our sound back now Slick kirby, black suit with a slick derby New York City slick, they should give me a Knicks jersey Go hard, go home, go 'Melo Go Cuban with the Jesus piece, a solid gold yellow Aasim is, black and milder, Mercedes features Eighties crack baby, shake the world up, take your fetus Arabian Nights, foreign embassy, take your leaders Make the hate receivers deaf to all you make believers [Chorus] I run the yard, I run the yard I'm a high school dropout, nigga, I go hard Yankee fitted is the crown I put on I'm not a king, I'm a motherfuckin' God Nigga, I run the yard, I run the yard I'm a beast from the east, I snatch your Lucky Charms Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons [Verse 2] Uh, ring the alarm, your synagogue is in danger The minute I unleash my wrath upon your livestock Notify authorities, Crime Stoppers, and Crime Watch My crime waves sink your Titanic and melt your ice block They say my hip-hop's gone, it's in a pine box Well it's time for the zombies to snatch you out of your Abercrombie Stare in the eyes of the biggest dog in the yard I howl at the moon and take a shit under the stars And as far as I'm concerned, I'm still un-behind bars The menace leadin' the charge from a band in my garage I jump of the Earth's crust and land beyond Mars Social Club's the product, we stand behind ours Call me Jeff playin' Leroy, copy my transition Got Honda Civic money with Ferrari ambition I pull a rug from under you, got a ego, I'll humble you And be the reason why your woman is no longer fuckin' you [Chorus] I run the yard, I run the yard I'm a high school dropout, nigga, I go hard Yankee fitted is the crown I put on I'm not a king, I'm a motherfuckin' God Nigga, I run the yard, I run the yard I'm a beast from the east, I snatch your Lucky Charms Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons