Letra Immortal 2k de 5the Ward Boyz original

(feat. Outlawz)

Intro:>
Gunshots>
5th Ward and Outlawz x6>

Verse 1: 007 of the 5th Ward Boyz>
I'm a little lost
Me and you, knowin' nothin' but the hustler
Mafia life and mob musta
What the loss, 5th Ward Boyz and Outlawz
Don't give a fuck who you is
Bitch, I kill your kids
You a B, get at your kid you can
Fuck the pen
A Nigga baptized the sin
Shots are here, blows of weed and high speed
Paddy deep, immortal Niggas ride with me

Verse 2: E.D.I of the Outlawz>
Is it politics or paper
Ghetto taxes to enslave us
Babies die, mommas cry
Ain't nobody come and save us
Better hate and I hate you then
Now hate me cause you can't change
Now hate me cause you blame me of stoppin' this fuckin' thing
High sign and high tappin' phone, rappin' motherfuckers
It's Rap-A-Lot Mafia and we at you motherfuckers
Blast at you motherfuckers, we the most T-lawz
And the 5th Ward Boyz join the mob and see the mob

Verse 3: Young Noble of the Outlawz>
Bein' talent than an average jab
More balanced than an average cat
Slappin' leg, last for my stack
I stab with the track
Call me low ends on the (?)
Oh you wanna hurt me, or blow a controversy
I'm the motherfuckin' best Nigga, after Pac
After stuck at Rap-A-Lot,
I can't wait till we drop
I'm takin' yours with 8-ball
Bringin' you all,
in the 5th Ward with them Boyz, fuck it up
And when we fuckin' it up it ain't FUNNY
Niggas gotta eat, motherfucker take MONEY

Chorus: All>
You live the life of crime
Blind mine
Still find time to gettin' high
We still ride and we still die
We die even though we try to change in this game
Still 5th Ward and Outlawz stay remain the same
Some aim to get with them
Put your guns in the sky
(Put your guns in the sky)
One time we all ride
Outlawz we multiply
Bye, bye

Verse 4: E-Rock of the 5th Ward Boyz>
Livin' that mob life, that's sheist fly
But it's real life
I put my faith in God, hope I don't die tonight
It's critical look in these streets
Fuckin' with me
Tried for that Nigga Pac, screamin' M.O.B
Cause it's the mob bitch
5th Ward and Outlawz
We can't be stopped
Rap-A-Lot blowin' up your whole block
Rollin' bad, beamin' red dots on your head
Cockin', squeezin',
to your Fubu (gunshot) like you bleed so
Coward guys, when you see E-Rock
Fuckin' these bitch Niggas, bustin' nuts with my Glock

Verse 5: Kastro of the Outlawz>
Gettin' punch-drunk, motherfuckin' hoes in my underwear
From out the gutter, life stink like hootie-hair
I been there, that's why I survive anywhere
Fried any tear, don't believe this here
Yeah, these Niggas is lame, tamed as Puff Daddy
Scared shots out they Glock when they caught at me
Hard scratched me, even harder to relax me
You a bitch, boy and 5th Ward be body on the bags

Verse 6: Lo-Life of the 5th Ward Boyz>
This shit's comin' from a mile away
Don't make me shit a style a day
Lend of shots to your block,
till the corners throw their ride away
Ain't weezin up, we heatin' up
Ready for rush hour
Throwin' up gas and powder
Screamin' money and the power die
Motherfucker, go try your luck up and fuck up
Don't let your smooth chase
Fool your ass, what you gonna hush us
We did it out the car man
Put your ass in the ride
When Niggas die of homicide
(?) fuckin' sky

Chorus x1,5>

Gunshots>
5th Ward Boyz and Outlawz x3>