Текст песни Run da Yard - JT Money

Yeah, uh
Smooth shit
I'm with this game
Take y'all back in time, way before the '9, ya heard?
Mmm, '4-8-5, when we was out on the grind, it was all live
You know?
Real players was in the game, it was just real back then, ya heard?
Check me out, yo

I used to be a nigga, every day out on the block
Socks full of rocks, dodgin' the motherfuckin' cops
Now I was just a jit but I was down with the set
Used to have the fattest shit, so them bases used to sweat
I got my first bomb from my sister's boyfriend
I was only eighteen, I had to get the min
Gave me a five-hundred dollar bomb, to start my shit off
Shit was slow at first, but I never took a loss
Now outta that five-hundred, I gave that nigga three-eighty
He only made a B-eighty, yeah that nigga tried to pimp me
But I was just a shorty that was new to the game
But I was true to the game and yep, I can do the same
So I took my B-eighty, bought a ball and a half
Came back 'round the way with a pocket full of slabs
Them five dollar bricks, all them bases on my dick
Tellin' they friends to buy from me cause my shit legit and thick
Think I'm just kiddin'? That nigga what? This shit is true
Niggas couldn't make no money until my whole bomb was through
I quit goin' to school, 'cause that shit didn't mix
Rather hang out on the cut, makin' money slangin' bricks
Now shit was gettin' good, so I invested in a four-fifth
Case niggas wanted to riff, I'm sure to leave 'em stiff
And just like I thought, niggas tried to lay it down
But I had that four-pound, made that ass turn around
So I guess the beef was on, them niggas know I'm with it
The spot was gettin' hot, but a nigga had to get it
No bullshit permitted

(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)
(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)
(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)

(Real niggas run the yard)

I'm up out the school, all them hoes on my meat
Had a '7-9 Caprice with some boomin' old feet
On my way to lunch, all the bitches want to ride
But I told 'em step aside, let my niggas get inside
I been in school a couple of weeks, the loot was gettin' low
Then my man from back in the days said
"Yo, I know where to get some flow"
He said, "I got the scheme, boy, and you got the auto"
Now "Nobody's Untouchable" is my motherfuckin' motto
I'm out touchin' tourists, it's my everyday thang
Makin' grands by the day, more than I did slangin' 'caine
And I'm back in the game, I start lookin' heavy
Had some grands in my pocket, some feet on the Chevy
Now I'm rollin' with them crooks, lookin' for them books
Some heroes tried to chase, but they all got shook
So if we saw 'em lost, shit, you know a nigga stuck 'em
They don't spend they money with the black, so motherfuck 'em
Everyday rollin', smokin' out, drinkin' brew
Gettin' loot, touchin' tourists, just some shit I used to do
Now when I first started, I was just a mere driver
But then I started jumpin' out on the funk, gettin' liver
So if we saw 'em slippin' with that book, I had to take it
And if they had they windows rolled up, I had to break it
We used to go about 7, be back by 9
Sometimes grabbin' two or three books at a time
Gettin' it off the muscle, yeah, that used to be my hustle
Runnin' up on the funk, knockin' 'em out if they tussle
Anything that had to be done, I probably done it
'Cause a nigga like me was strictly 'bout them crispy hundreds
I used to be wildin', oh yeah, I'll admit it
But back in them days, shit, a nigga had to get it
No bullshit permitted

(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)
(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)
(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)

(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)
(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)
(Real niggas run the yard)
(Real, real, real, real)
(Real niggas run the yard)