Lyrics:
and yo g's up the ? bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block,
Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I'm
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
bandages, or heal ya wounds
Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny
I'm brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got QP's
bandages, or heal ya wounds
Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny
I'm brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got QP's
[Secretary]Mr. Chandler, Mr. Ward's here to see you.
[Tim Chandler]Hey MC!
[mc chris]Tim, Tim Chand-MC Chris in the house.
[Tim Chandler]Haha, yeah.
Ward villain, I'm in the killin
They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin
Ice cream slangin,
And if the radio don't play this gangsta
to stick it in like a surgical knife
That's pretty fly
Though guy
Turned a drive by to a fly by
You know I'm fine with that
Laws of the street don't apply
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
prepared
puttin lead between yo heads and I'm leavin it dead
cause dis 4th Ward soul ain't got no time for fools ( I guess dat what
he sayin but he ain't
Yeah nigga
Back in this motherfuckeronce again
I'm just letting a nigga know
You know
S.A. and 5th Ward forever, fool
Niggas watch your back
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
to jump off the boat
I hope I drown, I hope I die, my heart gon' float coast to coast
I'm with some youngins from the trenches who gon' serve by the store
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
And heaven is real, I get an actress into my bedroom
She lay down and say "let's make a film"
I be like action, I hold her hair down by her neck
This how
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that shit
Ms. Third Ward, your first question:
What is your aspiration in life?
Oh, well my aspiration in life would be
To be happy
Mama said, you're
claim real
You ain't real nigga
Being fraud hoping you don't get exposed
Get exposed
9th ward solider I'm ma die about mines
Death I don't mind I
guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, I'm a lil' tiger
And I wear....all....black full of that fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up cuz
When the waitress walked by- She must have caught his eye
And at that moment he was mine
A little slight of hand and I had poisoned his bowl
Hear the bagpipes squirt
See the banners ripple
Here comes the Queen's limousine
To the Clyde Tunnel
Fifty miles east in a ward
By
Ms. Third Ward, your first question:
What is your aspiration in life?
Oh, well my aspiration in life would be
To be happy
Mama said, you're
forty-seven four
Been led by your Spirit Lord
And I found a good thing
There is too much more too explore
So I got you that diamond ring
So I guess I’m forever
to state
I seen my braw take down your boy from around tha way
If you fake I'm gunna let you know from the top
And leave that dick in your mouth, and put
slush
Everywhere I go I'm confounded by the ebb and flow of crowds of people
Paranoia strains on the reins to my brain
As I'm surrounded by people
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