Letras:
Yard Fight The No Place

THROUGH. You took our trust and abused our friendship. That has no place. You just want to get ahead without a thought to who you hurt along the way. It has no place

fear of boom [CHORUS:] Duppy know ah who fi frighten mek dem try Jungle jesus strike dem with lightning you have a problem Talk direct to me, shell down di place

: (Hook) You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh no I

like we sold rocks [Main Flow (of Mood)] We dealing with NARCS and cases Deaths over parking spaces Evil hearts are races, or higher dark places Brutality

without you near me The friend you used to be so near and dear to me you slipped so far away where did we go astray I passed the old school yard admitting

were turnin' red Looked to my left there were two more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods, in an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit

place I looked and saw on your face A smile that spoke to me In, oh, so many ways The Sunday morning bells Rang out that all was well Sun shone across the yard

between my thighs Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough Stop, look and listen, get back to your position Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard

'how the fuck d'you afford this place?', First place, first place, first place, Try and act up dem man will address that, call it, put a fucking man in their place