Kidd Kidd, 50 Cent - Better Walk lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[Kidd Kidd, 50 Cent - Better Walk lyrics]
Nigga, you better walk
Cause I ain't into talking i hit you up
I put you in your coffin
You see with me? It's really not a game man
I hit them up lay them down
Bang bang
This around shack where's is at?
Click clack gimme dat POW POW
Bap bap that's that!
Let my chiddy bang bang
I ain't wit da chitta chat
Play my role script was that the
Code I'm a stick with that
Been made my mind up to be the first dumpin'
Since a nigga shot at me
Right after we jumped him
I told Tity, Baby, and Mane not to touch 'em
I used fuck wit 'em, now I'm like fuck 'em
Dick in the dust, my rider's gon' do it
Real nigga shit I give 'em the gun to do it
Nigga shit real you can die over your music
Whatchu gon do kill a nigga youtube
It it look stupid nigga
You, you, you, and you a bitch
Now look how I played youlike I do a bitch
I don't talk it, I walk it
Put your coffin on an auction
My zodiac sign says caution, nigga
Just cause you pussy nigga you
Ain't got nine lives
I pack 50 shots you get hit 'bout 30 times
Ready NY time, ownin' LA time
Time pickin' you, another dead body found
Another day, another died
Triple murder homicide
You can stay on the side
Now your family jeopardized
You ain't 'bout this gangsta shit
I can see it in your eyes
Matter fact I can't
Talking with your head down
M-zone gangsta Rida Gang Lone Ranger
Hand in his pocket
Keep his fingers on his banger
Don't sit behind me
See I don't trust strangers
For the green I turn also
Don't make me angry
You got splenda in your gender
Pussy in your persona
Screamin' at ya so hard
But sounding like Rihanna
You don't even add up
I know you don't the problems
I can hit a nigga wit a choppa from a chopper
I'm that bad kid nobody never
Wanted to play with
Tryna do somethin' evil and get away with
Growing up I wasn't always
The family favorite
Now they don't say shit, cause I'm famous
I hit the block I wanna see ankles spraining
I'm aimed and cocked, I'm Bangkok dangerous
Don't run for cover, run for your gun!
And if you ain't got one run
Stick a fork in that nigga, he's done
You pussy
Cause you don't get none like a nun
Like Lennox with the ox I murder for fun
Don't charge me with Murder-One
Cause I'm a murder some
Uhyeah, yeah murderer, murderer
Light 'em up, light 'em up
Burn 'em up burn 'er up
Niggas just talkin' shit
I ain't never heard of ya
Keep walkin' or be a wheelchair purchaser
Cause I ain't into talking i hit you up
I put you in your coffin
You see with me? It's really not a game man
I hit them up lay them down
Bang bang
This around shack where's is at?
Click clack gimme dat POW POW
Bap bap that's that!
Let my chiddy bang bang
I ain't wit da chitta chat
Play my role script was that the
Code I'm a stick with that
Been made my mind up to be the first dumpin'
Since a nigga shot at me
Right after we jumped him
I told Tity, Baby, and Mane not to touch 'em
I used fuck wit 'em, now I'm like fuck 'em
Dick in the dust, my rider's gon' do it
Real nigga shit I give 'em the gun to do it
Nigga shit real you can die over your music
Whatchu gon do kill a nigga youtube
It it look stupid nigga
You, you, you, and you a bitch
Now look how I played youlike I do a bitch
I don't talk it, I walk it
Put your coffin on an auction
My zodiac sign says caution, nigga
Just cause you pussy nigga you
Ain't got nine lives
I pack 50 shots you get hit 'bout 30 times
Ready NY time, ownin' LA time
Time pickin' you, another dead body found
Another day, another died
Triple murder homicide
You can stay on the side
Now your family jeopardized
You ain't 'bout this gangsta shit
I can see it in your eyes
Matter fact I can't
Talking with your head down
M-zone gangsta Rida Gang Lone Ranger
Hand in his pocket
Keep his fingers on his banger
Don't sit behind me
See I don't trust strangers
For the green I turn also
Don't make me angry
You got splenda in your gender
Pussy in your persona
Screamin' at ya so hard
But sounding like Rihanna
You don't even add up
I know you don't the problems
I can hit a nigga wit a choppa from a chopper
I'm that bad kid nobody never
Wanted to play with
Tryna do somethin' evil and get away with
Growing up I wasn't always
The family favorite
Now they don't say shit, cause I'm famous
I hit the block I wanna see ankles spraining
I'm aimed and cocked, I'm Bangkok dangerous
Don't run for cover, run for your gun!
And if you ain't got one run
Stick a fork in that nigga, he's done
You pussy
Cause you don't get none like a nun
Like Lennox with the ox I murder for fun
Don't charge me with Murder-One
Cause I'm a murder some
Uhyeah, yeah murderer, murderer
Light 'em up, light 'em up
Burn 'em up burn 'er up
Niggas just talkin' shit
I ain't never heard of ya
Keep walkin' or be a wheelchair purchaser