5th Ward Boyz - Immortal 2K lyrics

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 f** who you is b**h, I k** your kids You a B, get at your kid you can f** the pen A n***a baptized the sin Shots are here, blows of weed and high speed Paddy deep, immortal n***as 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 f**in' thing High sign and high tappin' phone, rappin' motherf**ers It's Rap-A-Lot Mafia and we at you motherf**ers Blast at you motherf**ers, 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 motherf**in' best n***a, 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, f** it up And when we f**in' it up it ain't FUNNY n***as gotta eat, motherf**er 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 f**in' with me Tried for that n***a Pac, screamin' M.O.B Cause it's the mob b**h 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 co*kin', squeezin' To your Fubu (gunshot) like you bleed so Coward guys, when you see E-Rock f**in' these b**h n***as, bustin' nuts with my Glock Verse 5: [Kastro of the Outlawz] Gettin' punch-drunk, motherf**in' 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 n***as 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 b**h, boy and 5th Ward be body on the bags Verse 6: [Lo-Life of the 5th Ward Boyz] This sh**'s comin' from a mile away Don't make me sh** 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 Motherf**er, go try your luck up and f** up Don't let your smooth chase Fool your a**, what you gonna hush us We did it out the car man Put your a** in the ride When n***as die of homicide (?) f**in' sky Chorus x1,5 (Gunshots) 5th Ward Boyz and Outlawz x3