Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5th Ward, artist - Willie D. Date of issue: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
5th Ward |
| Ain’t that a bitch? |
| You know goddamn well I’m on that other level |
| 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, Thomas ???, we all be chilling |
| But when a sucker starts illing, the chilling disrupts |
| And like hemorrhoids we tear their ass up, in the Ward! |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Aiy child, where your little punk-ass brother at? |
| 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 |
| Wait a minute motherfucker, let me tell your black-ass something |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| (*Gun Shots*) |