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letra de walk that walk (video version) - tweedy bird loc

[verse 1: lil’ stretch]
livin’ life in the fast lane, k!llin’ up sh-t like the lebanese
out the ?paw? comes a child of the seventies
rollin’ through your hood, n-gga lay it down
commenced to leaving n-ggas whole hood a ghost town
but i told you once, and you chose to twist it
four dead, three inch of that, a soldier did it
comin’ down with the n-ggas that hang with me
never have to worry about them boys that sling with me
for the simple fact that them n-ggas bang with me
and some of you n-ggas say you’re k!llas but just claim to be
and somehow, somewhere, yo i heard it’s on
rampage, grab the gauge, time to feel some peel some domes
g-pops came through with the desert eagle
f-ckin’ feed your fish n-gga if you ain’t our peoples
only sucka -ss n-ggas will keep running they mouth
[big wy] and i’ma knock your motherf-ckin’ -ss out
and i sling these thangs, so fool, brace yourself
you wanna talk that talk, so let’s walk that walk

[verse 2: lil’ stretch & big wy]
[ls] from that first bullsh-t, i think your -ss woulda learned
[wy] y.g. is what i be so it’s stripes to be earned
[ls] they offered you councelin’ to learn from your mistakes
[wy] but instead i hit the drink and learn to retaliate
[ls] you pickin’ up the tricks of the trade real good
[wy] i keep the enemies droppin’ to keep the hood poppin’
[ls] so you’re a soldier, a young one to say the least
[wy] uniform fully creased, khakis too deep
[ls] n-ggas comin’ to your hood, bring the start static
[wy] .44 desert eagle, full metal jacket
[ls] so you think you’re tough just because you a lil’ bigger?
[wy] ? pull the trigger, ?f-ck walkin’ with the wy is like??

[verse 3: keystone]
in hatin’ memory of the fool who tried to trip and got smoked
he’s sent to f-ck with keystone, i put the gauge to his throat
pulled the trigger, then i knew i had the feelin’ for k!llin’
with no remorse i smoked the blunt and hit the drink, now i’m chillin’
time to let him know that ’90s was the age of the k!llas
now when a n-gga drank a 40, got a blessin’ my n-gga
you know we cold as k!llas, war in the city of tombstones
if you scared of dyin’ don’t enter the watts zone
cause there, you never go home the same, and it’s my home, sweet home
yo, my home is where my strap is
home ain’t where the heart is cause n-ggas in watts ain’t got one
the only thing pump blood around watts is the shotgun
the pistol grip pump, known to y’all as the 410 mossberg
so once again watch these n-ggas get served
and if they trippin’ and you need a quick healin’
then come to watts and ask for young keystone, age of the k!lla

[verse 4: fo’ clips]
now we gon’ let the m-th-f-ckin’ gunshots come
1, 2, 3, 4 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 is short, and i need a f-ckin’ ??
i creeps on a store, punk -ss korean b-tch
jumped across the counter with the motherf-ckin’ quickness
loaded a clip in the b-tch just for screaming
now my heart is pumpin’, i think she hit the f-ckin’ alarm
but, but that ain’t stoppin’, because i’m from compton
the b-tch lie dead in a pool full of f-ckin’ blood
still searchin’ fo’ some ends before i run
gets the f-ck out the f-ckin’ store with the quickness
jumped into 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 5: tweedy bird loc]
started at a young motherf-ckin’ age, a youngsta
of the most hate n-ggas in the hood, i was among the worst
and the best talk is always cheap
n-gga die and come with it, cause i been playin’ for keeps
it’s on every n-gga’s mind, to 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 talkin’ 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-cking self
and when you do that, tweed will f-ck your ??
stank b-tch, it’s over, i told ya
no bullsh-t, get my -ss paid ’94
i’m puttin’ on them shoes, they ain’t payin’ my dues
step outside, you talk, you walk which ??, then you choose
n-gga…

- tweedy bird loc

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