Talkin dat drive by sh**
Everybody talkin dat gangsta sh**
Talkin dat drive by thang
Everybody talking dat gangsta swang
Slaves to the rhythm of the master
Buck boom buck another
Neighborhood disaster
(Drummer hit me one)
A gun is a gun is
A mother f**in gun
But an organized side
Keep a sellout n***a on the run
What you gonna do to get paid
Step on the rest of the hood
Till the drug raid
See you runnin like roaches
Black gangstas need track coaches
The white law set you up raw
When you have his trust in k**in us
Talkin dat gattalk
Walkin dat catwalk
Where you tryin to go wit dat
Don't even go dere wit dat rap
Guns d** an money
All you know how
So whatcha gonna do now?
I'm bout ready to bounce
Trouble on the corner of Blunt Ave.
An 40 ounce
Mad uncivilized lifestyles
30 years bids for kids, now that's wild
I'm raisin my child
I'm steppin to da curb
Wit a sign do not disturb
Too much don't give a f**
Or a damn thing
But choose what the other man bring
I sing a song cause I see wrong
I'm not down with the fe fi fo
Where I come from
See, the brothers ain't dumb
Sense goes over nonsense
When it makes no sense
I'm throwin up da fence
Talkin dat drive by sh**
Everybody talkin dat gangsta sh**
Talkin dat drive by thang
Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang
Talkin dat gattalk
Walkin dat catwalk
Were you tryin to go wit dat
Dont even go there wit dat rap
Guns, d** and money
All you know how
So whatcha gone do now?
The only good n***a is a dead n***a
Dat's what they used to say
Can't understand why a man
Gotta use a trigga
On his own, suppose to act grown
Cracka in da back
Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother
Couldn't shoot and shot a mother
Four kids alone home
Ungrown and now they on they own
Now check yourself cool
What good is da hood if ya actin a fool
Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk