Lyrics:
a pork b.l.t.
If my shit ain't hot, it probably try to drive me
Psyhce, its somethin' I can never let myself see
Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin'
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
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
Talkin' big shit about the South Park
Said he's gonna stmop me
Pissed off 'cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse (Um-Hmm)
Shit didn't make me none
I
Mob
Talkin' big shit about the South Park
Said he's gonna stop me
Pissed off cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse [Um-Hmm]
Shit didn't make me
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
Yeah
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher'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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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