Willie D - 5th Ward lyrics

[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**h? You know goddamn 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** 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, May Wessels and Williams Robinson and Thomas Tobes, we're all be chilling But when a s**er starts illing, the chilling disrupts And like Kim Rhodes we tear their a** up, in the Ward! [Chorus: DJ Ready Red scratching Excerpts below] Don't don't don't fu*k 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 fu*k 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 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**y 24-hours a day Hoes track you down as you cruise the streets Jump in a car with any motherf**ing body they meet Before you can make it to the block and stop They'll chew your a** lick your nuts and s** your co*k 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 b**hes trained to attack You keep away from The Ward [Willie D] Yo Ready Red, why don't you tell these soft-hearted, fake-a** Dookie in the bootied-peanut patted face, ho-a** motherf**ers What Fifth Ward is boy Hard, Hard, Hard, Hard, as hell Hard, Hard, Hard, Hard... ----> LL Cool J [Willie D] Aiy child, where your little punk-a** brother at? [DJ Ready Red] Oh! n***a, I don't know what the f** you're talking about The last time I've seen your punk-a** brother; He was playing with a motherf**ing G-I Joe [Willie D] Wait a minute motherf**er, let me tell your black-a** 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 four 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** them, pencil pushing pussies down in city hall I blame them, should hang them for all this damn turmoil They got the power to reconstruct, but don't give a f** About the ones who are stuck, my zipper is down cause they s** I've voted and voted to do a way with the negligence I ain't going no war for a sh** talking president The demon is scheming, but his ma**es glad My people is crying and dying while he sit on his regal-a** Laugh motherf**er 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**ers? Talking about what hood they're from and sh** Calling us Meat-heads, ain't that hurt? Fifth Ward don't produce no motherf**ing nerds Man, what I want you to do for me, man Is talk about these b**h-a** motherf**ers, spitting louder of nothing Man, put these motherf**ers on the spot Because this goddamn sh** has got to stop [Verse Four: Willie D] Keeping them honors, Jessy Thomas don't you worry I promise They say we're Meat-heads, 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 a** I know your type, you like to fight but don't walk alone Always running with a thousand motherf**ing 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**ers! You come from the Ward, you can't help but be hard So don't be taking your stupid-a** down here Thinking you're gonna run something with that ho sh** Cause we'll f** around and be shipping your a** back To your freak-dog baldheaded-a** mama Keep away from the Ward! [Chorus] (*Gun Shots*)