Текст песни 5th Ward Boyz f Outlawz - P.W.A. the Album... Keep it Poppin`
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Intro:(Gunshots)5th Ward and Outlawz x6Verse 1:[007 of the 5th Ward Boyz]I`m a little lostMe and you, knowin` nothin` but the hustlerMafia life and mob mustaWhat the loss, 5th Ward Boyz and OutlawzDon`t give a fuck who you isBitch, I kill your kidsYou a B, get at your kid you canFuck the penA Nigga baptized the sinShots are here, blows of weed and high speedPaddy deep, immortal Niggas ride with meVerse 2:[E.D.I of the Outlawz]Is it politics or paperGhetto taxes to enslave usBabies die, mommas cryAin`t nobody come and save usBetter hate and I hate you thenNow hate me cause you can`t changeNow hate me cause you blame me of stoppin` this fuckin` thingHigh sign and high tappin` phone, rappin` motherfuckersIt`s Rap-A-Lot Mafia and we at you motherfuckersBlast at you motherfuckers, we the most T-lawzAnd the 5th Ward Boyz join the mob and see the mobVerse 3:[Young Noble of the Outlawz]Bein` talent than an average jabMore balanced than an average cat Slappin` leg, last for my stackI stab with the trackCall me low ends on the (?)Oh you wanna hurt me, or blow a controversyI`m the motherfuckin` best Nigga, after PacAfter stuck at Rap-A-Lot,I can`t wait till we dropI`m takin` yours with 8-ballBringin` you all,in the 5th Ward with them Boyz, fuck it upAnd when we fuckin` it up it ain`t FUNNYNiggas gotta eat, motherfucker take MONEYChorus:[All]You live the life of crimeBlind mineStill find time to gettin` highWe still ride and we still dieWe die even though we try to change in this gameStill 5th Ward and Outlawz stay remain the sameSome aim to get with themPut your guns in the sky(Put your guns in the sky)One time we all rideOutlawz we multiplyBye, byeVerse 4:[E-Rock of the 5th Ward Boyz]Livin` that mob life, that`s sheist flyBut it`s real lifeI put my faith in God, hope I don`t die tonightIt`s critical look in these streetsFuckin` with meTried for that Nigga Pac, screamin` M.O.BCause it`s the mob bitch5th Ward and OutlawzWe can`t be stoppedRap-A-Lot blowin` up your whole blockRollin` bad, beamin` red dots on your headCockin`, squeezin`, to your Fubu (gunshot) like you bleed soCoward guys, when you see E-RockFuckin` these bitch Niggas, bustin` nuts with my GlockVerse 5:[Kastro of the Outlawz]Gettin` punch-drunk, motherfuckin` hoes in my underwear>From out the gutter, life stink like hootie-hairI been there, that`s why I survive anywhereFried any tear, don`t believe this hereYeah, these Niggas is lame, tamed as Puff DaddyScared shots out they Glock when they caught at meHard scratched me, even harder to relax meYou a bitch, boy and 5th Ward be body on the bagsVerse 6:[Lo-Life of the 5th Ward Boyz]This shit`s comin` from a mile away