Gangstagrass - Two Yards

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{Chorus: Dolio the Sleuth}
Laid off one year today
They won't take my resumé
So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay
(Kiss my ass motherfucker)
I'll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne
Or a gravel yard with a number for my name

{Verse 1: R Son}
You can blame the government or blame the economy
Some of the fault even belongs on me, probably
But I don't give a damn at this point
I don't wanna see a single motherfucker move in this joint
Have a seat, place both hands under your feet
You may not get blasted, but you can get beat
Please mister teller-man, don't even try that
I know all of your tricks: skip the stack with the dye-pack
D, tie that guard up: I don't like how he movin' his arms
If he goes for the alarm, he's gettin' harmed
Take me to the safe deposit boxes in the vault
I'm takin' two hostages in case we get caught
Miss manager, yeah you, and bring along the redhead
Any wrong moves and both of y'all get left dead
The rest of y'all hit the deck, faces on the ground
Cuz if I hear a sound everybody feels the pound
There you go!

{Chorus: Dolio the Sleuth}
Laid off one year today
They won't take my resumé
So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay
I'll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne
Or a gravel yard with a number for my name

{Verse 2: R Son}
Hand me the cash, hand me the dough
Ready yourself right now, fool, act like you know
Make with the scratch, man, this thing ain't for show
It's a ticking time-bomb and it's about to take a blow
Hey, keep your hand in my line of sight
I don't think you really wanna die up in this thing tonight
You, empty your pockets. You, lose the shoes
You don't wanna see this thing here do what it do
Cuz if you do, you'll end up with more than a bruise
You'll end up on the list of the deceased in the news
See my man here just told y'all to give us the loot
If I catch wind of any pigs in pursuit
Then one of these hostages is gonna catch a bad one
I'm already desperate; you don't wanna see me mad, son
This ain't a movie, but it's time for some action
Put it in the bag and hit the deck before I blast one

{Chorus: Dolio the Sleuth}
Laid off one year today
They won't take my resumé
So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay
(Kiss my ass motherfucker)
I'll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne
Or a gravel yard with a number for my name
Or a gravel yard with a number for my name

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Gangstagrass emerged from the creative cauldron of Brooklyn, New York City, a testament to the vision of its founding producer, Rench. This band of sonically adventurous musicians carved a new path in the music world by fusing the grit of hip-hop with the rural twang of bluegrass, crafting a genre all their own. Guiding this rhythmic convergence with a masterful hand is Rench himself, who stands as both leader and creative nucleus.

Rising to the limelight under an auspicious commission, Gangstagrass's foray into mainstream recognition came through the crafting of “Long Hard Times To Come,” an audacious theme song penned for the acclaimed television series “Justified” on FX Network. This song not only captured the essence of the show's narrative but also earned Gangstagrass an Emmy nod for “Outstanding Original Main Title Theme Music,” marking a defining moment in their blossoming career.

The synergy within the group is palpable, with current ensemble members bringing their diverse talents to the mix. Dan Whitener infuses his stirring banjo melodies, R-Son the Voice of Reason adds the lyrical prowess of a seasoned emcee, Dolio the Sleuth weaves intricate stories with his rhymes, and Brian Farrow layers depth with his dexterous fiddle play. Together, these artists form a collective that bridges musical divides, resonating with fans across genre lines for a truly original sound.