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tweedy bird loc - walk that walk (album version) lyrics

(verse 1: lil’ stretch):

livin’ life in the fast lane, k!llin’ off sh-t like the lebanese, out the (inaudible), comes a child of the seventies. rollin’ through your hood, n-gga layin’ down, commence to leave a n-gga’s whole hood a ghost town
but i told you once, and you (inaudible) twisted, 4 dead 3-(inaudible) of the soldier did it
comin’ down with the n-ggas that hang with me, never have to worry about the what (inaudible) say for me
for the simple fact that them n-ggas bang with me, and some of you n-ggas say you k!llas but just claim to be, and somehow somewhere, yo i heard it was on, rampage, grab the gauge, time to peel some domes
g-pops came through with the desert eagle, f-ckin’ feed your fish n-gga if you ain’t our peoples, and these sucka–ss n-ggas will keep runnin’ their mouths, -and i’mma knock your mothaf-ckin’ -ss out-!
and i slang these thangs, so fool brace yourself, you wanna talk that talk so let’s walk that walk!

(verse 2: lil’ stretch & big wy):

lil’ stretch: from the first bullsh-t, i pick yo’ -ss with a (inaudible)
big wy: y.g. is what i b, so it strikes to be young
lil’ stretch: they offer you counselling to learn from your mistakes
big wy: but instead i hit the drank, and learn to retaliate
lil’ stretch: they pickin’ up the tricks of the trade, real good
big wy: i keep the enemies droppin’, to keep the hood poppin’
lil’ stretch: so yo a soldier, a young one to say the least
big wy: uniform, fully creased khaki, two-piece
lil’ stretch: n-ggas comin’ to yo’ hood, wanna start static
big wy: fo’ fo’ desert eagle, full metal jacket
lil’ stretch: so you think you tough, just because you little bigger?
big wy: (inaudible) pull the trigger, f-ck walkin’ with another n-gga

(verse 3: unknown):

some of you mothaf-ckas say that you need some, and some say you want some, but me myself, i say you n-ggas can’t get none!
a little fat-faced nappy-headed n-gga from the streets, rollin’ deep with they heat, knockin’ fools off their feet. as we creep, late night, through, the city streets i got to keep, one step ahead, you know if i don’t i’m dead, so hold your last talk, i bet you didn’t think that i can walk that walk, just because i talk the talk, (inaudible: down when you walk that talk…)

(verse 4: dogg):

well if you gonna talk that talk, better walk that walk, n-gga-like grandpa told me ‘fore i got bigger: “man you can’t, talk a good game but they can’t slang them thangs, when they f-ckin’ with a real mothaf-cka mack”. got a little older but i really never grew in size, had to be a soldier, holdin’ boulders, come and test mine. now it’s ’94, comin’ up fast in the game, movin’ through, (inaudible), dippin’ in the gutter like
yak i’m drankin’, n-ggas i’m bangin’, my condition is mint, b-tch, and use that sw-ngin’. but now it’s too late, you had to talk that talk, tell yo’ (inaudible) up n-gga, and let’s walk that walk!

(verse 5: young keystone):

in hatin’ memory of the fool who try to trip and got smoked, you shouldn’t have f-cked with keystone, and put the gauge to his throat. pull the trigga then i knew i had the feelin’ for k!llin’, with no remorse and smoke a blunt and hit the drank now i’m chillin’
try to let him know the 90’s was the age of the k!llin’, now when a n-gga drink a 40 got a blessin’, my n-gga. you know the code is k!llas grew up in the city of tombstone, if you scared to die don’t enter the wild zone, ’cause there, you never go home the same (inaudible) is, my (inaudible: whole sweet home), yo my home is where my strap is
home ain’t where the heart is ’cause n-ggas ain’t wise and young, was the only thing my (inaudible) around watts is the shotgun. the pistol with pump, known to y’all as the .410 mausberg, so once again watch these n-ggas get served. and if they trip and then you need a quick healin’ then come to watts and that’s for young keystone, age of the (inaudible: villain)

(verse 6: c-k (lil’ leak)):

-(background dice-shakin’ noises)- shootin’ dice in the hood and my point is 5, in this california life cannot survive. with the gangs and thugs, that’s known to trip, them g-ngb-nging (inaudible: nopes) slangin’ bloods & crips
when they hang out all night bustin’ caps, drinkin’ 40s, (inaudible), smokin’, singin’ raps. and it’s on if the other side (inaudible: droves by), hit the 9, do a murda, make his mother cry. and make him pay for the sh-t that he did to me, rest in peace, big bo, you was missed in the ’93
nothin’ but (inaudible) was a born k!ller, young leak, with the gangsta ways, i was a drug dealer
servin’ all day, makin’ ends meet, through with the homies on the (inaudible) rollin’ real deep. and watch these fools flock around like a hawk, talk that talk, before you walk that walk, punk

(verse 7: fo’ clips eclipse (young malcolm)):

now we gon’ let the mothaf-ckin’ gunshots come, 1, 2, 3, fo’ clips on another mission
god d-mn, i got two glocks and a mac-10 ready, to put my f-ckin’ work in my ends to show, and i need a f-cking l!ck, i creeps on a store, punk–ss korean b-tch
jump across the counter with the mothaf-cking quickness, loaded the clip, in the b-tch just for screamin’. now my heart is pumping, i think she hit the f-ckin’ alarm but, but that ain’t stoppin’, because i’m from compton
the b-tch lied there in a pool full of f-ckin’ blood, still servin’ for some ends before i ran
gets the f-ck out the f-cking store with the quickness, jumpin’ to a tight 1977 cutl-ss
now you know how a young n-gga walk, n-gga, now talk that talk, and start walkin’ that walk

(verse 8: unknown):

i see some n-ggas in the front shootin’ dice, we creeped up quite, when we left you what nothin’ nice
so n-ggas spotted hammer with the mac, he tried to reach for his strap, slugs tore off his back
you should’ve seen the way my boy had that mac spittin’, breakin’ n-ggas in half, yeah, he wasn’t bullsh-tting
straight watchin’ n-ggas drop, b-tches screamin’, from the multiple gunshots
rippin’ n-ggas’ chests like silly putty, b-tch stress nothin’ less, now who wanna f-ck with me
breakin’ n-ggas down and stompin’ ’em out, lil’ stretch took a shot, come (inaudible)
see you wanted to talk (inaudible), let’s see if you will (inaudible: though), meet me on the 5, and we’ll get our walk on

(verse 9: tweedy bird loc (bk)):

started at a young motherf-cking age, a youngsta, of the most hated n-ggas in the hood, i was among the worst!
and the best talk is always cheap, n-gga die come wit’ it, ’cause i be playing for keeps
it’s on every n-gga’s mind, that try and take me out, f-cked up, that real sh-t is what i’m rappin’ about!
shot a n-gga in his face, at point blank range, a product of my environment, ain’t sh-t finna change!
many nights, i thought about tossin’ that talk, but all that sh-t came after i walked that walk!
the worst you can do for me is k!ll your motherf-ckin’ self, and when you do that tweed will f-ck your whole self!
same b-tch, it’s over, i told ya, no bullsh-t, get my -ss paid, ’94!
i’m puttin’ on them shoes, then payin’ my dues, step outside you talk, you walk which the f-ck, yet you choose, n-gga

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