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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) · The Very Best of Billy Ward and the Dominoes (Billy Ward) · Billy Ward & His Dominoes (Billy Ward) · Billy Ward (With Jackie Wilson) (Billy Ward) – and 90 other albums »


ass hospital
From the fifth ward, stuck right in the middle
Of a rock and a hard spot, before my dad got that ass I was already counted out
What a mutha
geto boys from girls you know?

Bushwick bill:
5th ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
Niggas start shit but
geto boys from girls you know?

Bushwick Bill:
5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
Niggas start shit but
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man
You know'say, Bim, my, yeah
Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha

I'm
a 40 in my lap

Back in 2nd grade, I carried a lunch box
Turned 21 started smokin crack pots
Snortin that D by the dime
Wish I could slow down, I'm
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
Geto boys
Geto boys

Geto boys
Geto boys

(don't fuck with me) --> tony montana

[ verse 1: johny see ]
As I walked through 5th ward, I saw this man
says your dead by manana 
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot 
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
instance, "21 and Over" set your clocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin' where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's Restless
til ya head burst
I ram shack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and hard rock
I ran up in spots like fort knox!
of the buildin' - sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By 21 - some'll be dead
By 22 - the rest of these dudes'll be in the Feds
We got change
that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But giving you more
walk by, so f-in' dry 
I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as 
Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards 
And touch bills
niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

Champion gear that I rock, you get
[Chorus]
Represent yo hood,
represent yo block,
represent yo spot.
"Know what I'm saying?"
represent ya ward,
represent ya town because its
o'clock on the dot 
Checkin' on my old rock spot 
I seen the same old set 
Heh, the small timers see me so they jet 
Buildin' one-twenty-eight 
I got
more struggle and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in
With diamonds and TRU tats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
Third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause
system shutting down all communications 
To your ya bodily functions Handicapping your defenses 
Swiftly attacking your unit, Neutralizing MC's 
By
counting the votes on yourself
With the ref, calling the game between your frames
I'm on the corner jumping cain, to every lane that walk by uhh
Stop
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
a game in my vein

Verse 1:  Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by