making our words reality. Back it up. You can try to hold us down but we'll rise back up. You're just wasting your energy because we're never giving up
America back a yard in Jamaica (OH! OH!!!) You could be from unda di equator (OH!!!) Regardless I will see you later (OH! OH!!!) See you can run but it
what? Flipmode put it down for y'all YEAH, YEAH!! {verse 2} yeah, yo, the empire strikes back shit is official, street niggas fight back the way we set it
rims, yeah stupid wheels Girl I'm too for real, lose your tooth and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well
When I rap I represent it and will never referee in it Every minute so when I win it you never resent it I'm forever demented, come up with funk, I'll
wont back down Oh no, [Eminem] Cadillacs, Coupe Devilles brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels girl I?m too for real lose your tooth and nails try to fight it, try to deny it
kids set the glock With a ferocity, seemin as it's inbread While I stated innocent, but stressing it You sure that it was decolit, It could of been
flew a flag out in our yard Until the day that he died He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me To grow up and live happy In the land of
the neighborhood I guess the county finally fixed good it was gettin' rough Someone finally complained enough Fight the tears back with a smile Stop and look for a little while oh it
shit is funky like a black skunk Fuck all this waitin man, it's time to get this motherfucker back up! I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click Got the birds, and reopen my lab back up
a moonwalk up in the club I'm like Michael Jackson without the glitter glove Go get it for sure, that's right, a jitterbug A minister of death, came back
for dollar, bullet for bullet Niggas dont want it, then dont pull it Dont shoot it, mind polluted, deeply rooted Cock back, ready to rock, time to do it
you'll be soo tall Gotta fight back and I'm pressed all up Against that wall and my life is stuck Stuck like this, I'mma stay fucked up Fucked up state
they ) throw there weight around like they got something to prove (soon the cops gave) up there chase so we made our way to the back yard table to meet up
needed a snatch bar Had the hot wire, so I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up and scooped my whole crew Two
to school Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard Shit would hit the fan motherfuckin' It would hit real hard I hear it every night, another gun fight
