Fuck A Yard
Jun. 24, 20111 viewer
Fuck A Yard Lyrics
[Intro: Nas sample]
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
[Chorus: Nas samples]
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Yo, ever since '94, I swore I would never be poor
Let me break it down how I be breaking federal laws for the green, but not the type of green on your vegetables
The government cheese, but not the type of cheese that's edible
It's incredible what I be pulling when I'm paid
Shorties that used to diss me want to be my love-slave
They in, they out; it's all about getting paid
Handcuffed to an aluminum briefcase, wearing some shades
Regardless of my age, I make your maximum wage
And my peers that work at McDonalds get jealous of my fame
So I pay a profit out to keep tabs on my mistress
I got so much dough, I get Santa something for Christmas
Getting paid because I'm skilled in my trade
Spending my blood money with gloves so I won't catch AIDS
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
[Chorus: Nas samples]
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Yo, ever since '94, I swore I would never be poor
Let me break it down how I be breaking federal laws for the green, but not the type of green on your vegetables
The government cheese, but not the type of cheese that's edible
It's incredible what I be pulling when I'm paid
Shorties that used to diss me want to be my love-slave
They in, they out; it's all about getting paid
Handcuffed to an aluminum briefcase, wearing some shades
Regardless of my age, I make your maximum wage
And my peers that work at McDonalds get jealous of my fame
So I pay a profit out to keep tabs on my mistress
I got so much dough, I get Santa something for Christmas
Getting paid because I'm skilled in my trade
Spending my blood money with gloves so I won't catch AIDS
[Verse 2: Webb]
Yo check it, I got to stress it, this shit is gettin' hectic
At the drop of a dime, I'll flip like an epileptic
My pockets are yelling, "Stop it!", I'm not turning a profit
It's an emergency, any currency, that's the topic
I get a disguise and organize and build an enterprise
You know the scoop, I paid loot for fake alibis
And since the currency is [?] and tax-free
I got extra federal notes to take care of returning fees
I'm building an empire, got peasants calling me "sire"
Have a Swiss bank account waiting for me when I retire
My mindstate is updated and x-rated
And some girls around the way is tryna say my sperm penetrated
Not only that, I smell conspiracy in the air
Some brothers want me to resign and when I look they stop and stare
Blocking my operation, hoping for infiltration
Plus the Feds is tapping lines, so I get off communications
It's time to hibernate and disappear for a while
I got to avoid APBs, 'cause DA is tryna cramp my style
You know my steelo, I make moves on the d-low
When people ask for my name, I tell them Mr. Incognito
I got a masterplan, so what I'm a wanted man, 'cause
[Chorus: Nas sample]
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Yo check it, I got to stress it, this shit is gettin' hectic
At the drop of a dime, I'll flip like an epileptic
My pockets are yelling, "Stop it!", I'm not turning a profit
It's an emergency, any currency, that's the topic
I get a disguise and organize and build an enterprise
You know the scoop, I paid loot for fake alibis
And since the currency is [?] and tax-free
I got extra federal notes to take care of returning fees
I'm building an empire, got peasants calling me "sire"
Have a Swiss bank account waiting for me when I retire
My mindstate is updated and x-rated
And some girls around the way is tryna say my sperm penetrated
Not only that, I smell conspiracy in the air
Some brothers want me to resign and when I look they stop and stare
Blocking my operation, hoping for infiltration
Plus the Feds is tapping lines, so I get off communications
It's time to hibernate and disappear for a while
I got to avoid APBs, 'cause DA is tryna cramp my style
You know my steelo, I make moves on the d-low
When people ask for my name, I tell them Mr. Incognito
I got a masterplan, so what I'm a wanted man, 'cause
[Chorus: Nas sample]
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
[Verse 3: Canibus]
I'd love to see my gold teeth gleam in magazine tabloids
I'm living like Eddie when he Traded Places with Dan Aykroyd
When I go to the clubs, I be dressed to impress
I invest in brand names like Yes to get some sex
I'm a subliminal criminal, 'cause I let you think I'm stupid
But see, I've learned to be crooked when no one's lookin'
It's all about the dollar-bill, y'all, the dollar-bill
Just put the gun in my hand and tell who I got to kill
'Cause I refuse to yield, until I make a cool mill'
You know my style, I'm the Jewel of the Nile
Keeping it real, clocking bills from the drugs I deal
Fuck a yard, I want the whole football field
[Verse 4: Webb]
My information is beyond calculation
Skills is infinite, I'm a threat to your nation
I break through security, undetectable by sight
Black camouflage, I'll blend in with the night
I pop the [?], I'm like a knife when I stab it
I'll snatch the video tapes then I'll make my escape
Lets discuss it, I'm quick to bring the ruckus when I rush it
Malteses is at my door, goddamn, I got to flush it
And when they search it, I'll launch a front like detergent
And commit tax evasion, 'cause word life, I ain't paying
Got 5-0 gassed, think they got me on lockdown
But little do they know, I got an underground compound
Sublevel, I live a floor above the Devil
Completely hidden, outsiders are forbidden
So watch your back, I want the whole [?] and a kitten
(Motherfucking sub-zero catch niggas snitching)
I'd love to see my gold teeth gleam in magazine tabloids
I'm living like Eddie when he Traded Places with Dan Aykroyd
When I go to the clubs, I be dressed to impress
I invest in brand names like Yes to get some sex
I'm a subliminal criminal, 'cause I let you think I'm stupid
But see, I've learned to be crooked when no one's lookin'
It's all about the dollar-bill, y'all, the dollar-bill
Just put the gun in my hand and tell who I got to kill
'Cause I refuse to yield, until I make a cool mill'
You know my style, I'm the Jewel of the Nile
Keeping it real, clocking bills from the drugs I deal
Fuck a yard, I want the whole football field
[Verse 4: Webb]
My information is beyond calculation
Skills is infinite, I'm a threat to your nation
I break through security, undetectable by sight
Black camouflage, I'll blend in with the night
I pop the [?], I'm like a knife when I stab it
I'll snatch the video tapes then I'll make my escape
Lets discuss it, I'm quick to bring the ruckus when I rush it
Malteses is at my door, goddamn, I got to flush it
And when they search it, I'll launch a front like detergent
And commit tax evasion, 'cause word life, I ain't paying
Got 5-0 gassed, think they got me on lockdown
But little do they know, I got an underground compound
Sublevel, I live a floor above the Devil
Completely hidden, outsiders are forbidden
So watch your back, I want the whole [?] and a kitten
(Motherfucking sub-zero catch niggas snitching)
[Chorus: Nas sample]
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Fuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
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- 3.Distortion
- 4.Vocab
- 5.No Doubt
- 6.Fuck A Yard
- 11.Shout!!!
- 12.5 Lines
- 13.Lyrical Warfare
- 14.Real Muthphukaz
- 15.Spit A Verse
- 16.Mad Drama
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