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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 »


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Make sure your boyfriend's at least 21
So only your friends and your brothers get done
Lie to your workmates, lie to your folks
Put
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game
So Snoop Dogg for the keepin' it real with a strength

Now picture, Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide,
Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
your set, if you a mo'fucking thug
You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We could tear this mo'fucking club up
This for my
parked but the rims keep moving 
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
Ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it,
and theirs to come
Something that'll love them and watch over when I'm gone
To my ward, to my wheel-chair, to my runner's-up drip
Will you push me will you
in
The clicks start dancing and the broads start choosing
And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred,
the Psych stay high
Psych Ward Wreckless Klan S.P.C. till I die
And BITCH, we move something, your ass will get stomped
My partner Q-Boy gotta muthafuckin
the morning
Crack of dawn and why she mourning
Bittersweet, hit it both ways, now I'm scorching
First things first, man
You fucking with your hearse
So rehearse
you n in a minute I'm a veer
Left.
An by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover and then I finish when your near
Death.
I'm sorry but I mean
rum up
I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner

I walk wit a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from tha back so hold your butt
of the beast
Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash
Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life
Made possible by the mic device
I slice
pass the mack and I ain't black
Picture that
The same nigga that'll die for you
When you fall get your back
It's me, drunk as can be,
In your bitch ass
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game
kissin' n fuckin' you n in a minute I'm a veer left
An by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover and then I finish when your near death
I'm
Furniture in my nesting 
But by force I'm suggesting 
Ya count your blessings 

I've got love and assurance 
I've got new health insurance 
And I've got
Emerging from the center of the earth
Willing and able to take control
Of all unfinished situations
By leading the out-casted souls
To the power
21 I was supposed to die
So I’m out here celebrating my post-demise
If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival
You're gon' end up pulling
21 I was supposed to die
So I’m out here celebrating my post-demise
If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival
You're gon' end up pulling
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
killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck
To see a pack  of rednecks straight from 1905
Could tell by the clothes thery wore and their broken grammar
That I was the main event of a lynching in
price being beat by roman guards
But when he resurrected gave us life free of charge
Now me and my boys need to be in a psych ward
Cause we went crazy
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