Walk That Walk

Livin' life in the fast lane, killin' up shit like the Lebanese

Out the paw comes a child of the seventies

Rollin' through your hood, nigga lay it down

Commenced to leaving niggas 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 niggas that hang with me

Never have to worry about them boys that sling with me

For the simple fact that them niggas bang with me

And so you niggas say you're killas 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

Fuckin' feed your fish nigga if you ain't our peoples

Only sucka ass niggas will running they mouth

And I'ma knock your motherfuckin' ass out

And I sling these thangs, so fool, brace yourself

You wanna talk that talk, so let's walk that wal

[LS] From that first bullshit, I think your ass woulda learned

[Wy] Y.G. is what I be so it ? to be ?

[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] Niggas 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, fuck walkin' with the Wy is like??

In hatin' memory of the fool who tried to trip and got smoked

He's sent to fuck with Keystone, I put the gauge to his throat

Pulled the trigger, then I knew I had the feelin' for killin'

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 killas

Now when a nigga drank a 40, got a blessin' my nigga

You know we cold as killas, 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 niggas 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 niggas get served

And if they trippin' and you need a quick healin'

Then come to Watts and ask for young Keystone, age of the killa

Now we gon' let the muthafuckin' gunshots come

1, 2, 3, 4 Clips on another mission

God damn, I got two Glocks and a MAC-10 ready

To put my fuckin' work in

My ends is short, and I need a fuckin' ??

I creeps on a store, punk ass Korean bitch

Jumped across the counter with the motherfuckin' quickness

Loaded a clip in the bitch just for screaming

Now my heart is pumpin', I think she hit the fuckin' alarm

But, but that ain't stoppin', because I'm from Compton

The bitch lie dead in a pool full of fuckin' blood

Still searchin' fo' some ends before I run

Gets the fuck out the fuckin' store with the quickness

Jumped into a tight 1977 Cutlass

Now you know how a young nigga walk nigga

Now talk that talk, and start walkin' that walk

Started at a young motherfuckin' age, a youngsta

Of the most hate niggas in the hood, I was among the worst

And the best talk is always cheap

Nigga die and come with it, cause I been playin' for keeps

It's on every nigga's mind, to try and take me out

Fucked up, that real shit is what I'm rappin' about

Shot a nigga in his face, at point blank range

A product of my environment, ain't shit finna change

Many nights, I thought about talkin' that talk

But all that shit came after I walked that walk

The worst you can do for me is kill your motherfucking self

And when you do that, Tweed will fuck your ??

Stank bitch, it's over, I told ya

No bullshit, get my ass paid '94

I'm puttin' on them shoes, they ain't payin' my dues

Step outside, you talk, you walk which ??, then you choose

Nigga