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L.O.G. - "Ward Bangin (Street)"
Lyrics to Ward Bangin (Street) : (feat. Fila Phil) [L.O.G. and (Fila Phil): talking] UTC (9th Ward, 9th Ward) C.T.C., Cross The Canal (Press Park nigga, that Florida, A.L.) We hustlin, New Orleans, down in that boot (No doubt nigga, what comes up nigga, must come down, ward bangin, ya heard me) (Untouchable, Imma kick it like this) [Chorus: Fila Phil] Im ward bangin, ward bangin, everybody ward bangin Bullets slangin, brains hangin, yall bringin, we bringin Im ward bangin, ward bangin, everybody ward bangin Bullets slangin, brains hangin, yall bringin, we bringin [L.O.G.] Time to hit the streets, of the U.P.T., tip toe, creep 10th Ward, and 3rd Ward got beef, bring the heat When we hit the streets, ''''' we meet Blood gone leak, no surrender, no defeat No peace, shoot that Thomas got a army mob duckin villains Willin, to make some killin, gravefillin, cap peelin Bustin shots non stop, they raided the block One nigga got popped, its the knee he dropped To the ground, aint no dodgin 50 round, clips Bullets sting like whips, chest play, all rip Up, what the fuck, man these niggaz got nuts So the Mac Melph Calio tappin my bup And retaliate quick, to leave some wig splits These boys done hit, ''''''' is split Out, like a drought, so its gone no doubt So the 3rd took a route, show them boys they bout Nuttin but trigga play, mission his head gone Take niggaz away, pop em up, chop em up Bodies skunk, bodies dunk Brains hangin, fuckin round with them souljas ward bangin [Chorus x2] [Fila Phil] I said it all started off Downtown in that 9th Ward Some killers out that Nina respect a baller from that 7th Ward, St. Bernard Knock a nigga head off, birds cocked back, and want to fuck with Press Park Into a, U-haul, full of killers Makin niggaz bleed or straight duct tapin niggaz, on the reala Them boys dont play, they trigga spray Leavin niggaz in coffins, bodies to get away At the same time, 4th Ward niggaz, they got beef Bustin at them lil niggaz every ''' Dig deep, you cant roll the streets without yo heat Desire, they act a donkey, that Florida, they act a beast A.L., some crazy motherfuckers thatll buck ya Hit ya 50 times up in yo chest and make you suffer The consequnces, found dead with no witness Brains go to the fat, aint nobody know who did ya Nigga we killin thugs, nigga we poppin slugs Them boys from Downtown, never did it, show no love So niggaz thats on the run, stay strapped with tommy guns We the ones who '''''' So what the fuck you mean, Downtown get out the way We all about that drama, and all about that trigga play Dont start no shit, wont be no shit Fuckin round with Downtown, ya get ya wig split Dont start no shit, wont be no shit Fuckin round with that Nina, ya get ya wig split Dont start no drama, wont be no drama Fuckin round with Press Park, we nappin ya fuckin mama 9s rangin, bullets slangin, brains hangin, we camouflaged down From the ward, its ward bangin [Chorus x2] [L.O.G.] T.C., C.T.C., is the boundaries, all our enemies, unsolved mysteries Nigga please, concrete shoes, I cant lose Givin niggaz the blues, puttin niggaz on the news Act a fool, with that tool, if you snooze, you lose Lyrically I bruise, clans, clicks, crews Abuse them all, 9th Ward scar, socca ball Catch ya on falsed on, ya body get hard off Represent it to the fullest, trigga man through bullets At yo head, stretched, red, red, now ya dead T-Shirts and jeans, that was all was seen As I fled from the scene, my team, who bout that green, fiend For paper chasin, erasin, or war, catchin capers Its the basic way, you gotta make it in New Orleans, a.k.a. Soulja cemetary, many niggaz get buried, very, so often That its scary, in my terri, tory, no mercy, no glory Another soulja to story, be happy, dont worry If you aint hangin, or slangin, nigga, you ward bangin [Chorus x2] [Fila Phil and L.O.G.] Tell them boys, they cant handle us 9th Ward scar, we hits too deep, livin scandelous Tell them boys, they cant handle us 9th Ward scar, we hits too deep, livin scandelous [Fila Phil and L.O.G. talking] [Fila Phil and L.O.G.] 15 deep-ah, Im finna creep-ah We the fuckin gangstas put you pussy niggaz to sleep-ah 15 deep-ah, Im finna creep-ah We the fuckin gangstas put you pussy niggaz to sleep-ah That 5, 4, that 5, 4, that 5, 4, that 5,4 [ Ward Bangin (Street) Lyrics ]
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