Lyrics:
dreams can take you very far
In Atlanta
I'm talkin' Kimberly Court Posse, K-C-P
West side, Fourth Ward, on up to A-D-V
I'm talkin' down by the Lawton,
, Calliope Projects, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
And that Fourth Ward is 'bout it, 'bout it ('bout it, 'bout it)
I mean that Fifth Ward, and Tenth Ward
niggas
I'm a west coast nigga so fuck y'all niggas
I'm a east coast nigga so fuck y'all niggas
I'm a midwest nigga so fuck y'all niggas
Grab your
niggas
I'm a west coast nigga so fuck y'all niggas
I'm a east coast nigga so fuck y'all niggas
I'm a midwest nigga so fuck y'all niggas
Grab your
to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam
Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)
School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street
Ninth Ward killers throw it up
and cushion the blow
I know God got me and I'm bout to blow
Making this paper and count up this dough-o
It's been real in the west ward
Get no sleep in the west
You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga
You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga
You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga
You gotta be real to be
Ward), Grey59 five and O in the fourth (7th Ward)
Rolled a blunt so big (7th Ward) you'll have to light it with a torch (7th Ward)
Whip look like it
Slide icyy
Slide icyy
Its halloween Halloween
Slide icyy
West to east
West to east
Retrograde
Over me
God of war
Living peace
Bigger wards
Can't
not a king when i rep for my people
from the east to the west get a reload
all the nicks that i sell they be legal
i’m a west indian to my wee
up, throw 'em up)
What? What? What? What? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up)
I'm a down south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a west coast nigga
just so darn neat
I kinda wish every day was Christmas
Except for, Christmas Eve
And uh, the fourth of July
We wouldn't wanna miss out
TopNotch Swave
Reppin' from Atlanta
Fourth Ward native
Rocking Black bandanas
Do it for my folks and them Locs in the slammer
Six star popping while
the Wu-Tang
Fuck with me up in this game
Light that ass like butane
Rep fourth ward
Until I'm laid to rest
Whole fam strong just caution
Your steps
Yeah I've
do
Hidden behind their doors:
Katherine Ward, embroiderer, 27: “Look at him, his eyes don’t blink...”
Cedric Ward, her son, 6: “Funny his pyjamas,
Chateau there's Place, back of Ames, and the Villa
Betty street, Garden road, west bank, home of killers
From the east bank to the west bank, it's our
Counted the stars on the Fourth of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
As the sun
kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning, Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack, Fourth
Hop on the V n I throw it in sport
Young nigga ballin not on no court
I'm from the west but I stay in the north
I'm top three can't ever be fourth
My
Counted the stars on the Fourth of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
As the sun
it soak in
Like seasoning
And tell them bitches blow me
Lance Stephenson
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth
Going back & fourth
back & fourth
Getting back on course
Going back
Jump in the boat, cmon let's go
Let's just float, then help me row
Sail
Barry George
And being teabagged by Ian Huntley
On the fourth day of Christmas
My mate Cliff photoshopped me
Cupping Colin Stagg fondling Fred West
shouldn't of wore bikinis if you came to dance. Pull them draws out ya
azz and let ya knees shake)
[Master P]
Back to the 3rd Ward, it sho feel good
Just
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