A backstreet killer a fifth 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-three 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 mothefuck 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 and glory

Comin' up in nineteen-ninety-three
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
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 forty oz.'s
And peace to them real muthafuckin' O-G's
And to you ho's I never showin' that sorrow
Adíos 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 gun play 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, and glory

Ha ha ha
Yeah
Nineteen-ninety-three
And the 5th Ward Boyz bumpin' some Ghetto Dope shit
With Mike Dean and Beat-On-One
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Blood, Sweat & Glory Lyrics

5th Ward Boyz – Blood, Sweat & Glory Lyrics