Yard

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Chip - Rap, Grime

Yard

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[Intro: Yardie Movie] When I was a boy Piper would always ask me Which way are you gonna go Will you go with the righteous Or will you go with the damned? [Hook: Chip] Yo, a what di rass (Yo) Bumbaclat (Yo) You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica) Love fi dance ('Ey) Love di dance ('Ey) Don't get it twisted, I'll done your dance (Br-r-r-ah) I get lifted (Lif') That's what the spliff did (Twist) Fuck christmas ('Ey) Been gifted (Yeah) Them man are actors (Why) No Idris (Blaow) Boom bye bye don't risk it [Verse 1: Chip] Woi You ain't' got the yard man style like me (No) Bet your mum can't make rice and pea's (No) Some lickle joker take man for moped Back to your ends can't ride on me (Golang) A weh ya tek me for toddler b (No) Pull up with Toddla T (Baow) MC's lick more than three (Down) Man know Chippy stands his ground (Solid) Ya nuh know my ting, lickle man watch sting You affi learn 'bout sound (Learn) A bwoy, come correct you ain't got no tech' Never take my crown (Burn) Tell a soundboy seckle Dem weed can't make you reach my level Jesus piece on when I dance with the devil Pull up in the dance in my chain and bezel [Hook: Chip] Yo, a what di rass (Yo) Bumbaclat (Yo) You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica) Love fi dance ('Ey) Love di dance ('Ey) Don't get it twisted, I'll done your dance (Br-r-r-ah) I get lifted (Lif') That's what the spliff did (Twist) Fuck christmas ('Ey) Been gifted (Yeah) Them man are actors (Why) No Idris (Blaow) Boom bye bye don't risk it [Interlude: Yardie Movie] I sent you to London So you wouldn't start a war in Kingston Now you garn to London to start one? What the fuck is wrong with you youth? Listen, listen me well You just make sure me get my money mi youth [Verse 2: Chip] Hmm, been here for years man give man credit ('Nough) Top up the styles when man discredit (Yeah) Forget the talk (Talk) Bite don't bark (Darg) I've seen man run gums and leg it (Hmm) Everyone comes for me, why Chip to fame, lock off these, flights Irie till you try me, sly Gully side, suck your mudda dry (Pussy!) How you wan' test me or How you gonna check me You've never been Eski (Nah) Level's been set b Don't upset me You're never on a set B Fool him a, fool him a talk 'bout clashing When I got the mic in my hand that's a machine How many MC's did man mash in (Hehehe) Woi [Hook: Chip] Yo, a what di rass (Yo) Bumbaclat (Yo) You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica) Love fi dance ('Ey) Love di dance ('Ey) Don't get it twisted, I'll done your dance (Br-r-r-ah) I get lifted (Lif') That's what the spliff did (Twist) Fuck christmas ('Ey) Been gifted (Yeah) Them man are actors (Why) No Idris (Blaow) Boom bye bye don't risk it [Outro: Yardie Movie] Me lose my way, you know Affi get back pon the righteous path

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  • Chip