Yard 2 Yard

[Intro: Consequence] Yo, this is a... A Mark Ronson and Kanye West joint And I'm the Cons- to the -quence With my man, Rhymefest And we go from, uh... Yard to yard on y'all Like, uh... [Verse 1: Consequence & Rhymefest] Y'all niggas hold grudges, but what we hold never budges Everybody win one fight like Buster Douglas Busta, you love this, these hoes so luscious This game is penalized for unnecessary roughness Ayo, I post up on Frederick Douglass, making sales out a Cutlass So the feds and the judges want him dead or in dungeons One more trained in the dungeon When I’m aiming or lunging (Ugh!) Niggas better have a payment on that onions (C'mon!) Because this onion getting chopped up, cooked and rocked up Yeah, I get that time back before you see my ass get locked up Too late—the cops popped up, popped us Helicopters with doctors and chiro-proc-tors It’s like a dope-deal documentary, follow me into the penitentiary Where they hid niggas for centuries Hopping out the Century, 'cause they sent for me I put in more legwork than a centipede I make your legs don’t work if you mention me I put the AK to work for a friend of me Before a enemy, I dyed his hair with the infra-ree And give him a fatal injury, yo! [Chorus: Consequence & Rhymefest] So if you coming through the Chi, I'ma hook you up And as soon as you get to Queens, boss, look me up And if you ever in the Hundreds, dog, look me up And when you're down on your luck, yo, that jux is us Consequence—if you rolling in the Chi, let me hook you up When you in NYC, baby, look me up And if you ever in the Manor, dog, look me up And when you're down on your luck, yo, that jux is us [Verse 2: Consequence & Rhymefest] Ayo, Rhymefest and Cons: the two-headed monster Nah—Pierce and Walker! Your bitch a stalker Sucking me off while your kid was in a walker 'Cause all my slimmys bad, dropping Jimmy Jazz Drop and give me cash (Ugh), popped in Jimmy's cab (C'mon) Cop squares and halves, got Glocks that tear ass I let the milly blast and popped the silly-ass Niggas be tryna run, but bullets is really fast (Pyoom!) You tripping like white girls in horror flicks (AHH!) I’m the Black Jason with Jordan kicks Chasing you through the for-a-rest On my block, there's no rhymes and choruses Moes and folks dying every day in the orphanage Just the Ds and torches, LBs the origin (Ugh!) Need the money fast, so I took keys to Oregon Got 'em all quick, so I came back with more of them 'Cause I'm bullheaded the same way that a Taurus is And you'll get it as fast as my nigga said it Y'all niggas ain't poetic, y'all nigga is po'-thetic (Ugh!) Don’t sweat it: go-getters gon' get it; don't miss it When you come to the Chi, bring your strap every visit [Chorus: Consequence & Rhymefest] If you coming to Chicago, I'ma hook you up And as soon as you get to Queens, boss, look me up Look, if you ever in the Hundreds, dog, look me up And when you're down on your luck, yo, that jux is us When you rolling through the Chi, I'ma hook you up And when you get to the Deuce, boss, look me up And if you ever in the Manor, just look me up And when you're down on your luck, yo, that jux is us [Verse 3: Consequence & Rhymefest] Yo, 'Fest, soon as you hit the hood We going straight to the Ave. (Aight) That’s where you get fly and spend all your cash (Huh) I take you down to Ford City, get some crazy gear (Alright) Let's drive down Lake Shore Drive to Navy Pier (Word) But it ain't like a timeshare when you stroll through Times Square 'Quence, straighten up your hat, these niggas crazy here (Man!) They got a place in Queens where we do the same things It’s called One-I-Two where them bulldogs'll bang (C'mon!) We can eat at Harold's down on 87th and Jeffery Cruise through Hyde Park where them girls is sexy (All right, I'm really with that right there) It’s so high-class, nigga, don’t ask (Yeah) Just tell 'em you from New York—they’ll give you some ass (Word?) Or we could go to Jimbo's with them same bimbos (Ugh!) Throw 'em all the passes and turn 'em into nymphos (Mmm) This the home of yellow diamonds, red tape And them three airports the only way to escape [Chorus: Consequence & Rhymefest] If you ever in the Windy City, dog, I'll hook you up And if you ever Uptown, pimp, look me up And when you come to the south side, homie, look me up And when you're down on your luck, yo, that jux is us And if you ever in Chi-Town, I'll hook you up And when you in the Big Apple, playa, look me up When you come to the Wild Hundreds, just look me up And when you're down on your luck, yo, that jux is us [Outro: Rhymefest] From ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard I tear it up, y'all! (One more time?)