(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, I'mma kick it like this)



[Chorus: Fila Phil]

I'm ward bangin', ward bangin', everybody ward bangin'

Bullets slangin', brains hangin', y'all bringin', we bringin'

I'm ward bangin', ward bangin', everybody ward bangin'

Bullets slangin', brains hangin', y'all 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, ain't 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 don't 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 can't roll the streets without yo heat

Desire, they act a donkey, that Florida, they act a beast

A.L., some crazy motherfuckers that'll 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, ain't 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

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit

Fuckin' 'round with Downtown, ya get ya wig split

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit

Fuckin' 'round with that Nina, ya get ya wig split

Don't start no drama, won't be no drama

Fuckin' 'round with Press Park, we 'nappin ya fuckin' mama

9's 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 can't 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, don't worry

If you ain't hangin', or slangin', nigga, you ward bangin'



[Chorus x2]



[Fila Phil and L.O.G.]

Tell them boys, they can't handle us

9th Ward scar, we hits too deep, livin' scandelous

Tell them boys, they can't 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, I'm finna creep-ah

We the fuckin' gangstas put you pussy niggaz to sleep-ah



15 deep-ah, I'm 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