[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 $#&@ who you is
(*##$, I kill your kids
You a B, get at your kid you can

$#&@ the pen
A ^!$$% baptized the sin
Shots are here, blows of weed and high speed

Paddy deep, immortal ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in' thing
High sign and high tappin' phone, rappin' mother$#&@ers
It's Rap-A-Lot Mafia and we at you mother$#&@ers

Blast at you mother$#&@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 mother$#&@in' best ^!$$%, 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, $#&@ it up
And when we $#&@in' it up it ain't FUNNY
^!$$%s gotta eat, mother$#&@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
$#&@in' with me

Tried for that ^!$$% Pac, screamin' M.O.B
Cause it's the mob (*##$
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

@@#!in', squeezin',
to your Fubu (gunshot) like you bleed so
Coward guys, when you see E-Rock

$#&@in' these (*##$ ^!$$%s, bustin' nuts with my Glock

[Verse 5: Kastro of the Outlawz]
Gettin' punch-drunk, mother$#&@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 ^!$$%s 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 (*##$, boy and 5th Ward be body on the bags

[Verse 6: Lo-Life of the 5th Ward Boyz]
This %#@!'s comin' from a mile away
Don't make me %#@! 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
Mother$#&@er, go try your luck up and $#&@ up
Don't let your smooth chase
Fool your $$#, what you gonna hush us
We did it out the car man
Put your $$# in the ride

When ^!$$%s die of homicide
(?) $#&@in' sky

[Chorus x1,5]

[Gunshots]
5th Ward Boyz and Outlawz [x3]