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willie d - 5th ward كلمات الأغنية

[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 b-tch?
you know godd-mn 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 sh-t 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, thomas ???, we all be chilling
but when a sucker starts illing, the chilling disrupts
and like hemorrhoids we tear their -ss up, in the ward!

[chorus: dj ready red scratching excerpts below]
don’t don’t don’t f-ck 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 f-ck 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 p-ssy 24-hours a day
hoes flag you down as you cruise the streets
jump in a car with any-motherf-cking-body they meet
before you can make it to the block and stop
they’ll chew your -ss l1ck your nuts and suck your c-ck for a rock
they don’t give a d-mn who you are in society
as long as you got the d-mn money
watch your back, stash your crack because you might get jacked
we got some vicious b-tches trained to attack
you keep away from the ward

[willie d]
yo ready red, why don’t you tell these soft-hearted, fake–ss
dookie in the bootied-peanut patted face, ho–ss motherf-ckers
what fifth ward is boy

hard, hard, hard, hard, as h-ll
hard, hard, hard, hard… —-> ll cool j

[willie d]
aiy child, where your little punk–ss brother at?

[dj ready red]
oh! n-gga, i don’t know what the f-ck you’re talking about
the last time i’ve seen your punk–ss brother;
he was playing with a motherf-cking g-i joe

[willie d]
wait a minute motherf-cker, let me tell your black–ss 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, f-ck them pencil-pushing p-ssies down in city hall
i blame ’em, should hang ’em for all this d-mn turmoil
they got the power to reconstruct, but don’t give a f-ck
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 sh-t-talking president
the demon is scheming, but his m-sses are glad
my people is crying and dying while he sit on his regal–ss
laugh motherf-cker 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 motherf-ckers?
talking about what hood they’re from and sh-t
calling us meatheads, ain’t that hurt?
fifth ward don’t produce no motherf-cking nerds
man, what i want you to do for me, man
is talk about these b-tch–ss motherf-ckers, spitting louder of nothing
man, put these motherf-ckers on the spot
because this godd-mn sh-t 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 v-g-n-s
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 b-lls, and also the -ss
i know your type, you like to fight but don’t walk alone
always running with a thousand motherf-cking 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 motherf-ckers!
you come from the ward, you can’t help but be hard
so don’t be taking your stupid–ss down here
thinking you’re gonna run something with that ho sh-t
cause we’ll f-ck around and be shipping your -ss back
to your freak-dog baldheaded–ss mama
keep away from the ward!

[chorus]

(-gun shots-)

- willie d

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