(Verse 1)  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  *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 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  Check it out