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End of Amnesia (M. Ward) · End of Amnesia (M. Ward) · End of Amnesia [Bonus Tracks] (M. Ward) · Shayne Ward [Bonus AVCD] (Shayne Ward) · The Best of Anita Ward (Anita Ward) · Explosions in Ward 6 (Pig Destroyer) · Psycho Ward (Psycho Ward) · Shayne Ward [Bonus Tracks] (Shayne Ward) · Return to Grimpen Ward (Mentallo & the Fixer) · 5th Ward Soundtrack Deluxe Edition, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
fuckin make ends meet
I worked down on main st.
Dimes in my stomach cause I ain't had nuttin eat.
So how the fuck am I supposed to think
When I'm in
I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought
it while the getting's good and just jump on it
Minute by minute, yo, hour by hour
Kid 'n Play got soul power
We're gittin funky

We're not profilin,
and named it tarot
I’m in play I give me the ball
I’m that man with amnesia then sudden recall

Hold on, before we are gone
Got lots to do but time with you,
today I leave the psycho ward
Cause my sentence did conclude:
I had killed a man with my bare hands
Because he called me dude
The jury said that I was
he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch protection' his
he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch protection' his
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
'cause I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my
'cause I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
{Yella Talkin'}
My dog gonna be home with a story to tell
Ya see, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout

{Yella Boy}
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog
goes around like a 40 ounce
Now, I'm-a take a sip, now its time to bounce
I wont get tipsy, I don't drink and talk
And, no, I'm not a hoddlum by
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
surround-by sound
Paint job cracking cause the punch ain't fade
Jamming that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowing coke-laced seed
I'm throwing up
Born to refuse, and raised to exclude
Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes:
The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were
-yo, big mann, what's happenin?
-just out here chillin, dawg
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about?
-nigga, I'm out here reminiscin,
up some niggaz from the 5th Ward 
And came back with a motherfuckin' hit squad 
Motherfuckin' uzi machine 
Big Chief packed an M-16 
Will and AK
up, ward and backed up
Patrol cars, black & whites get hype
Caprice Classics chase me in old Mavericks
Sharp switchblades like I'm a tourist from
ended that's why I'm spendin'
So much time in the 5th ward high as a kite
It's too late for me to try to live my life right
Shit, if I should die today
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks 
From the ghetto to the lakes 
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope) 
Slangin' thangs in the hood
'cause I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my
the white man has to compete with in the end
We're havin fun with the gun
Wipin out our next black generation to come
Cause we don't listen
And that's why
sawed off 
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin' head off 
See murder a real fuckin' natural born killah for realah my nigga 
I'm badder