Every where we gooo, every where we gooo
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People want to knooow, people want to knooow
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What we here fooor, what we here fooor
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We do walkin', we do walkin', do walkin'
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Verse One: {Ying Yang Twins back and forth}
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Pain make you retaliate
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Swang to crack yo chest blade
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Hangin' with the best dates
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Slang and get they neck played
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Game is what yo test gave
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Blang and take hoes and smoke hay
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Niggas what they call us
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Triggers is how we boss hog
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Drugs is what we left with
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Slugs will bring yo death quick
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Knucks will get you swolle up
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Tricks will get you dick sick
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Clinton gonna see impeachment
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For freaks he try'na creep with
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Busters never last long
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Hustlers get they cash on
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Hiders never act out
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Riders known to slash out
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Pimps only get paid
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Simps truly get played
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Wimps never fist fight
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Freaks is quick to turn dikes
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Sheets never come clean bled
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From yo crime scene mann
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Chorus: {2x}
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Verse Two: {D-Roc}
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Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper
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He took you on a shine with nine and made Mom weepier
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That thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' good
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But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood
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Lay down was all you heard I mean scary
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One of 'em got bold and reached for the Chevy
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Gun shots went off so we had to make it quick
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Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit
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I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot
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If he pissed of my nigga I will shot
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So he hurried up and them other niggas to
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I started up the car and told them what they had to do
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Chorus: {2x}
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Verse Three: {Kaine}
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I'm smokin' my weed with y'all
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Hangin' with niggas y'all ball
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Just because niggas be takin' it all
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Told them broads to back up off my balls
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Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call
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The devil reached in sippin' on gin
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It changed my mind to sin
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Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster
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Figurin' they call us fools I haven't finished school
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Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do
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Who do you think that you fuckin' with
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Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and
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Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k
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Y'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thang
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Get 'em up to the Eastside, to the Westside, true city thugs
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What's up much love, to the Tear da Club Up Thugs
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just throw it up, all y'all get across the wall
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Chorus: {Till The End}
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Thug Walkin'
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Ying Yang Twins |