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lirik lagu 5th ward boyz – blood, sweat & glory

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(verse 1)

a backstreet killer a 5th ward -ss-ssin

so raise the f-ck up m-th-f-cka when i’m blastin

my buckshot: buck-buck-buck buck ’em down till they blood shed

and it ain’t stoppin till the m-th-f-ckas lay dead

too many punk–ss n-gg-s try to house on me

and put the chrome to my dome and try to gaffle me

it’s ninety-3 and i ain’t goin out like that

i flex vest and pull a strap with a phat gat

cause in the game good game pigs sew game

no money no power no glory m-th-f-ck pain!

it’s blood sweat and murder just to come on top

if you don’t get then you stuck so you’re gettin got

it takes a stroll with the devil down the glock road

you’re gettin f-cked when that gauge droppin heavy load

i blast wicked so i’m goin out like a champ

f-ck the county f-ck the pen and f-ck a boot-camp

i’m down to die and down to kill for my own sh-t

and break-a-hat to a busta–ss punk b-tch

i stand stroll cause the circle is my back bowl

and peel your cap b-tch has stranded in the killin zone

so what the f-ck you gonna do cause i ain’t worryin

yeah, i work hard for my b-tch

blood, sweat & glory

(verse 2)

comin up in 19-93

you bunch of m-th-f-ckas die

and yo, i asked why be-a-bein blazed to that h-lla fry

flicks like a m-th-f-cka rippin and wreckin up sh-t

ghetto ways n-gg- from the 5th comin up quick

runnin from that heroine

money from that black [?]

[not sure what’s said] fiends b-mpin h-lla dope

now it’s straight mobbin

doin whatever the f-ck it takes

hittin ’em with the mack-a-blast

boomin like some faults

gangs corrupt cause it’s f-cked up

the sh-t is sold -pr-nto-

stupid punk is steppin with that m-th-f-ckin sawed-off

peace to them n-gg-s on the corner drinkin the 40 oz.’s

and peace to them real m-th-f-ckin o.g.’s

and to you ho’s i never showin that sorrow

-adios- y’all n-gg-s cause you’ll never see tomorrow

this game is too unbend for them punk m-th-f-ckas

buckin up sh-t makin real n-gg-s suffer

i’m true to my sh-t g and can’t sh-t change me

(tell ’em rock)

st. ide’s and gunplay and death don’t face me

so save all that ho sh-t cause ho sh-t bores me

peace to them down–ss n-gg-s fool

blood, sweat & glory

ha..ha..ha

yeah

1993

and the 5th ward boyz b-mpin some ghetto dope sh-t

with mike dean and beat-on-one

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