Lyrics:
what you've made
You stoke the flames while they pray
If blind affirmations determine my fate
I'm squaring my debts that I gambled on faith
Now, I've
run it back again
On Dave Ward, they turn to food for dogs, just like Ricky Tan
Cash in hand
I pulled up with bands
Stunt like Jackie Chan
No advance,
Oh Lord Almighty, You shining brightly, I'm lookin to the stars
I'm moving wisely, not moving blindly, I'm singing them Psalms
All my bad habits turn
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
Is there anybody there that can save us
Closed in by this walls I made up
Breathin in dust and fumes aplenty
When you called I don't think you meant
B.Ward my brutha from anotha
Bikelyfe we gotta look out for each other
200 hundred bikes deep we mobbin
A loud motor keep the pussy throbbing
bitch I’m
Arosed by filth
You cant list it
And I'm proud of it
My pride comes with some prejudice
Take a ride with me but bring some whiskey and the sedatives
My
head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, Dominic's
My shop here by the vic's
I always, thug in black
And always, bustin' gats
Your girly's,
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
but
I say no
cuz I'm a dope fiend an.... I need my drugs!
Verse 2 *(007of the 5th Ward Boyz)
I scream
you scream
we all scream for ice cream
trippin
polluted with drugs
Salute 'em with thugs
We used to
Sleep on a rug
A momma never said she loved
Or hugged us
It's just us, me and my two sisters
I'm too
-yo, big mann, what's happenin?
-just out here chillin, dawg
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about?
-nigga, I'm out here reminiscin,
unphased. No
It wasn't the popular answer
And consequently, not the one he expected
But I could see he felt refreshed by my candor
Society says we're all
For my narrative schemes
Show you distressing scenes
I'm gonna drag you from your bed onto the floor
By any means necessary
By any means necessary
the troops get mean
We got fourth ward, sixth ward, seventh ward, eighth ward
Claiborne, Rampart, Orleans, Saint-Bernard
Iberville, French Quarter, Canal
There’s a pile of possums in the fireplace
Maybe I’m going blind
They’re playing dead like firewood
There’s a fire burning in the Old Fourth Ward
There would be psalms sung by a choir
I would have a white robe a halo newly acquired
I'd be at peace and I'd have no desire
If I'd lived right
to a sandwich
Scuffed with the police got them thinking mental illness
Escorted to the psych ward by the bobbies
Im in the box, don't mean I'm skrt
In
Niggas steady trippin
I don't get em'
Baby why you leave I'm offended
Yeah!
Guess I'll just mind my business
Get so high, yes I don't mind
I been using wrong
Abusing Psalm
Woah
If I could change the past I wouldn't change a rhyme
If I could take you back would you be down to ride
What I
in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo
the troops get mean
We got fourth ward, sixth ward, seventh ward, eighth ward
Claiborne, Rampart, Orleans, Saint-Bernard
Iberville, French Quarter, Canal
real and nothings sacred
Gonna find my way home
I don't believe in the things they tell me
Got in the way and I'm shedding my skin
Sell me a psalm
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