5th Ward - Willie D

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*)