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    YING YANG TWINS

    Thug Walkin' 2000 ©

    Thug Walkin'

    Every where we gooo, every where we gooo
    People want to knooow, people want to knooow
    What we here fooor, what we here fooor
    We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin'



    Pain make you retaliate
    Swang to crack yo chest blade
    Hangin' with the best dates
    Slang and get they neck played
    Game is what yo test gave
    Blang and take hoes and smoke hay
    Niggas what they call us
    Triggers is how we boss hog
    Drugs is what we left with
    Slugs will bring yo death quick
    Knucks will get you swolle up
    Tricks will get you dick sick
    Clinton gonna see impeachment
    For freaks he try'na creep with
    Busters never last long
    Hustlers get they cash on
    Hiders never act out
    Riders known to slash out
    Pimps only get paid
    Simps truly get played
    Wimps never fist fight
    Freaks is quick to turn dikes
    Sheets never come clean bled
    From yo crime scene mann





    Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper
    He took you on a shine with nine and made Mom weepier
    That thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' good
    But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood
    Lay down was all you heard I mean scary
    One of 'em got bold and reached for the Chevy
    Gun shots went off so we had to make it quick
    Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit
    I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot
    If he pissed of my nigga I will shot
    So he hurried up and them other niggas to
    I started up the car and told them what they had to do





    I'm smokin' my weed with y'all
    Hangin' with niggas y'all ball
    Just because niggas be takin' it all
    Told them broads to back up off my balls
    Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call
    The devil reached in sippin' on gin
    It changed my mind to sin
    Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster
    Figurin' they call us fools I haven't finished school
    Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do
    Who do you think that you fuckin' with
    Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and
    Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k
    Y'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thang
    Get 'em up to the Eastside, to the Westside, true city thugs
    What's up much love, to the Tear da Club Up Thugs
    just throw it up, all y'all get across the wall

    2000 ©

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