Consequence ft. Rhymefest - Yard 2 Yard Lyrics

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

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!

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

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

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

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 (M-m-m)
This the home of yellow diamonds, red tape
And them three airports the
Only way to escape

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

From ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
I tear it up, y'all! (One more time?)