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[DJ Ready Red] Yo Will, the word out in the street, man You gonna be high-capping now, since you got your new album coming out
[Willie D] Ain't that a bitch? You know goddamn well I'm on that other level
[Verse One: Willie D] When I left my neighborhood, to make this big break I promised my road dogs, that I'd dedicate A super jam to the hood, that's sharp as a sickle So here it is, 5th Ward, better known as the Nickel Everybody know my hood, they say it's no good But they don't talk that shit in my neck of the woods We ain't got the homes and fancy rides So the only thing we have to fight for is our pride Washington, Armstrong, Mayweather, and Williams Robinson and Thomas ???, we all be chilling But when a sucker starts illing, the chilling disrupts And like Kim Rhodes we tear their ass up, in the Ward!
[Chorus: DJ Ready Red scratching Excerpts below] Don't don't don't FUCK WITH ME! ------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana Fifth Fifth Fifth Ward! --------> Prince Johnny C Make a move and you're dead --------> Prince Johnny C Don't don't don't FUCK WITH ME! ------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana Fifth Fifth Fifth Ward! --------> Prince Johnny C I'm down with J.. Fifth Fifth Fifth Ward! --------> Prince Johnny C Make a move and you're dead --------> Prince Johnny C
[Verse Two: Willie D] Crack is sold on the main road to brothers that's bold The police come around but they ain't got no control You can get an ounce, in Powder's Coffee And you can buy pussy 24-hours a day Hoes flag you down as you cruise the streets Jump in a car with any motherfucking body they meet Before you can make it to the block and stop They'll chew your ass lick your nuts and suck your cock for a rock They don't give a damn who you are in society As long as you got the damn money Watch your back, stash your crack because you might get jacked We got some vicious bitches trained to attack You keep away from The Ward
[Willie D] Yo Ready Red, why don't you tell these soft-hearted, fake-ass Dookie in the bootied-peanut patted face, ho-ass motherfuckers What Fifth Ward is boy
Hard, Hard, Hard, Hard, as hell Hard, Hard, Hard, Hard... ----> LL Cool J
[Willie D] Aiy child, where your little punk-ass brother at?
[DJ Ready Red] Oh! nigga, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about The last time I've seen your punk-ass brother; He was playing with a motherfucking G-I Joe
[Willie D] Wait a minute motherfucker, let me tell your black-ass something
[Verse Three: Willie D] My little brother threw away his G-I Joe He don't pack a lunch, kid, he pack a forty-fo' He says the steel ain't his meal, he only use it with Jones But every time he comes home, he has a different Dookie on Maybe I've influenced him, some say I've ruined him But they ain't never been in my shoes So yo, Fuck them pencil-pushing pussies down in city hall I blame 'em, should hang 'em for all this damn turmoil They got the power to reconstruct, but don't give a fuck About the ones who are stuck, my zipper's down cause they suck I've voted and voted to do a way with the negligence I ain't going no war for a shit-talking president The demon is scheming, but his masses are glad My people is crying and dying while he sit on his regal-ass Laugh motherfucker but your dentures are fraud Cause see, you're gonna get yours if you ever come to The Ward
[Break: DJ Ready Red] Yo D man, what's with these stupid motherfuckers? Talking about what hood they're from and shit Calling us meatheads, ain't that hurt? Fifth Ward don't produce no motherfucking nerds Man, what I want you to do for me, man Is talk about these bitch-ass motherfuckers, spitting louder of nothing Man, put these motherfuckers on the spot Because this goddamn shit has got to stop
[Verse Four: Willie D] Keepin' 'em honors, Jessy Thomas, don't you worry I promise They say we're meatheads, I guess that makes them vaginas They can't get honor, that's just that high-capping shear They come with shotguns, ain't got none because they can't come from here They fear incarceration, not because of freedom But how the penitentiary pimps are gonna greet them Walk around the free world, with the guns acting bad Behind the walls they lose the balls, and also the ass I know your type, you like to fight but don't walk alone Always running with a thousand motherfucking morons Ready Red gotta cut for you (It ain't enough for you) I'll tell you what do, you better not come to the Ward!
[Break: Willie D] That's right motherfuckers! You come from the Ward, you can't help but be hard So don't be taking your stupid-ass down here Thinking you're gonna run something with that ho shit Cause we'll fuck around and be shipping your ass back To your freak-dog baldheaded-ass mama Keep away from the Ward!
[Chorus]
(*Gun Shots*)
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