Sippin' on that concern, blowin' big smokes,
whippin' down folks and
folks to the curb
The streets of your bar gave me
heart and I done seen
Some fucked up days on my street
s where niggas exchanged
See me myself around the smoking
sack and get blowed
And speak on how the motherfucking
gang got sold to you
Broke- ass niggas that hide
behind the trigger
Can't fuck with a motherfuckin'
nigga
Cause I've been peepin' round
the motherfuckin' curb
And gave me many fakes and keys,
I was ready to serve
So now I'm flossin' out
Lens
Sippin' on juice and gin in my
Benz with a ten
So you know I hit the freeway on a
Friday
Gots to get low for my bitch
cause it's my day
To check these niggas with the good shit
In the nigga we show love,
we don't pull that shit
See we whoopin' bustas' asses
till they shit they shoes
Running in and all the bitches giving them hoes
the blues
I got my khakis on,
creased as I creep down
Loud
Street, ridin' four deep in the
Land
Cruiser
Jeep
Number 07, how you like me now? I'm makin' stacks,
drivin' clean
Cadillac, sippin' yet
All the way from
Sackowitz to
West
Street, from
Bucktown to
Crane, and everything between
People seen I'm at the record shop, nigga, straight flossin',
playin' dominoes with some choss ass hoes
Now I see
Lil
Red at the stereo, bumpin'
Fifth
Ward remix for the radio
Bet you didn't know my versatility is my specialty,
cause I got styles after styles
Nigga, how you figure? I guess
you got your boxes on back
Or silly rabbit, the circle gotta have it
Poppin' that bullshit,
get your ass lynched by a sick click
Straight from the motherfuckin' nick,
nigga
Sip pin' on that concern
Throwin' big smokes,
squirtin'
LFOs and funk to the curb
Nigga, please
Sip pin' on that concern
Throwin' big smokes, squirtin'
LFOs and funk to the curb
It's
Phil
Ford in the house, then make some noise,
give it all up for your boys, do the
Work, run this mothafucka, come
in deep out that circle, sippin'
O- Yak and serve, blow
A big smoke, swervin' elbows and bows to the curb,
gotta try to shake the cops and hit
The blocks, cause them hoes really try to play them rocks,
ain't that a bitch, a snitch
By the way, pass me the
Hennessy and
LSA
Hit the weed then pass a n***a
Blasé
While you're circus signin' in the
Al
Parley I preach that real shit
Jason
Lyric was a
Movie
A player of the n***a, bitch,
you can't do
Me
Better try to reverse the game,
I'm fierce
To feel pain
Stupid fuck is my name
Sippin' on that concern
Blowin' big smoke,
squirtin' down bows and bows to the ground
We ain't cappin' on you no more
Alpha
Sippin' on that concern
Blowin' big smoke,
squirtin' down bows and bows to the ground
Surprise you big ol' bitch
Y'all gon' learn to respect this fifth
ward circus shit
You know I'm saying y'all gonna learn that shit,
and you know what we ain't gonna be shooting no caps at you local motherfuckers
Cuz y'all ain't shit
We're
on
Lockwood
We're
Lockwood
This is
Rouse
Street, boys
This is
Rouse
Street, boys
Nigga, where we run this shit?
Friggin' gotta tell them, hoes
Nigga
It's a circle thing
We run this shit
Circle thing
Felt wide
Felt wide
5th Ward Boyz 
