I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power It's on dude , I warned you before the wildin My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island I'm sayin
killing me I'm dead so pass the bob G And after that pass the body Chuckwick Bill don't have the 5th ward John Gotti You make me mad you're taking a fall
From C. Ward to you nigga, uh.. [Chris Ward] It's not real to be hard, in fact it's hard to be real And you gotta been through it, to know how I feel
the ack, you know his numbers ain't match He still runnin tack jobs from the days of way back And look at Jose, is wild now, gave birth to my first child And they move John
you talking shit But pussy nigga I ain't worried But now they like my dick I take the help and keep it whipping 'Cause deep down south fifth ward niggas
you must have been drinkin dog water If you think you can fuck wit the bayou godfather Smoke like scaldin water I'm come from the 12th ward Cuts and
forth chromes I'ma altered beast, with a zillion a styles Uh, y'all keep it quiet while I murder a while Move somethin, Psych Ward, all over the world
processed in Fifth Ward, Texas We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it OK, I'm gonna share this recipe with y'all Hey John,
sombrero What 2 in the holster my code names Daryl Ride off in the sunset Stark in the barrel My boots on my horse named White Boy John Rock the side
she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her She probably fucking another nigga I wouldn't put it past her My mind got me murderous like John Doe Bitch ass
a mother and they searched for a father And they searched till they searched no more The doctors put to rest their scientific tests And they named me "John
hundred hoes with no clothes comin' out my birthday cake; did I fail to mention everything I say is kinda fake? It's how Mister Ward escapes when the
That's the nigga [8X] Who that say they can't sale boy? They the third ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all My dogs, my boys and my hogs Gutiers on
and Necro Wish you knew her It's me and Necro, It's Joe Kid We're in the studio With Joe Guido, John Gotti Me and Necro We threw a party like John Gotti
[Music & Lyrics: Frank Iomi, William Ward, John Osbourne, Terrence Butler] Revolution in their minds - the children start to march Against the world
[U.N.L.V.: Talking] Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin' house Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha
the motherfuckin' car And in this room we bring the world war [007 of the 5th Ward Boyz] See the Circlepiece be the satellite From the 5th Ward Command