5th Ward Boyz – Blood, Sweat & Glory lyrics

[Verse:]

A backstreet killer a 5th ward assassin

So raise the fuck up muthafucka when I'm blastin

My buckshot: buck*buck*buck buck 'em down till they blood shed

And it ain't stoppin till the muthafuckas lay dead

Too many punk-ass niggas 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 muthafuck 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 fucked when that Gauge droppin heavy load

I blast wicked so I'm goin out like a champ

Fuck the county fuck the pen and fuck a boot-camp

I'm down to die and down to kill for my own shit

And break-a-hat to a busta-ass punk bitch

I stand stroll cause the Circle is my back bowl

And peel your cap bitch has stranded in the killin zone

So what the fuck you gonna do cause I ain't worryin

Yeah, I work hard for my bitch

Blood, Sweat & Glory

[Verse 2:]

Comin up in 19-93

You bunch of muthafuckas die

And yo, I asked why be-a-bein blazed to that hella fry

Flicks like a muthafucka rippin and wreckin up shit

Ghetto ways nigga from the 5th comin up quick

Runnin from that heroine

Money from that black [?]

[not sure what's said] fiends bumpin hella dope

Now it's straight mobbin

Doin whatever the fuck it takes

Hittin 'em with the Mack-A-Blast

Boomin like some faults

Gangs corrupt cause it's fucked up

The shit is sold *pronto*

Stupid punk is steppin with that muthafuckin sawed-off

Peace to them niggas on the corner drinkin the 40 oz. 's

And peace to them real muthafuckin O. G. 's

And to you ho's I never showin that sorrow

*Adios* y'all niggas cause you'll never see tomorrow

This game is too unbend for them punk muthafuckas

Buckin up shit makin real niggas suffer

I'm true to my shit G and can't shit change me

(tell 'em Rock)

St. Ide's and gunplay and death don't face me

So save all that Ho shit cause Ho shit bores me

Peace to them down-ass niggas fool

Blood, Sweat & Glory

Ha.. Ha.. Ha

Yeah

1993

And the 5th Ward Boyz bumpin some Ghetto Dope shit

With Mike Dean and Beat-On-One

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