Tweedy Bird Loc - Walk That Walk (Video Version) lyrics

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Tweedy Bird Loc - Walk That Walk (Video Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: LIL' STRETCH] Livin' life in the fast lane, k**in' up sh** like the Lebanese Out the ?paw? comes a child of the seventies Rollin' through your hood, n***a lay it down Commenced to leaving n***as 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***as that hang with me Never have to worry about them boys that sling with me For the simple fact that them n***as bang with me And so you n***as say you're k**as 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**in' feed your fish n***a if you ain't our peoples Only s**a a** n***as will running they mouth [Big Wy] And I'ma knock your motherf**in' a** 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**, I think your a** 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] n***as 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** 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** with Keystone, I put the gauge to his throat Pulled the trigger, then I knew I had the feelin' for k**in' 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**as Now when a n***a drank a 40, got a blessin' my n***a You know we cold as k**as, 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***as 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***as 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**a [Verse 4: FO' CLIPS] Now we gon' let the muthaf**in' gunshots come 1, 2, 3, 4 Clips on another mission God damn, I got two Glocks and a MAC-10 ready To put my f**in' work in My ends is short, and I need a f**in' ?? I creeps on a store, punk a** Korean b**h Jumped across the counter with the motherf**in' quickness Loaded a clip in the b**h just for screaming Now my heart is pumpin', I think she hit the f**in' alarm But, but that ain't stoppin', because I'm from Compton The b**h lie dead in a pool full of f**in' blood Still searchin' fo' some ends before I run Gets the f** out the f**in' store with the quickness Jumped into a tight 1977 Cutla** Now you know how a young n***a walk n***a Now talk that talk, and start walkin' that walk [Verse 5: TWEEDY BIRD LOC] Started at a young motherf**in' age, a youngsta Of the most hate n***as in the hood, I was among the worst And the best talk is always cheap n***a die and come with it, cause I been playin' for keeps It's on every n***a's mind, to try and take me out f**ed up, that real sh** is what I'm rappin' about Shot a n***a in his face, at point blank range A product of my environment, ain't sh** finna change Many nights, I thought about talkin' that talk But all that sh** came after I walked that walk The worst you can do for me is k** your motherf**ing self And when you do that, Tweed will f** your ?? Stank b**h, it's over, I told ya No bullsh**, get my a** 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***a...

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