Walk This Way Lyrics - Art Of War: World War Iii - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Walk This Way, Talk This Way 

Ain't nothing for my crew that I won't do 

Riding on the freeway, Rolling in that Six Deuce 

On some Bombbay, yeah we drink that shit too 

Yes we got that wolf pack backwoods with the best weed in it 

Ain't no seeds in it, ain? 

You know what I go to 

Sitting on my Six Deuce 

Yeah that shit's the pimp juice 

Twizzy on his shit too 

Everytime I'm up I throw some cheese in it, breathe in it, make sure ain't no seeds in it 

We roll it up, light it, fold it up and you can get it 

Man that weapon looking perfect, but the niggas inside are lifted yeah 

Where the players are real niggas for assistance 

duce you to my new flow, weed's back? 

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Keep on walking and talking and I'm hawking angels in the dark 

Wake up, without a spark, spark up, the fire starts to crackle? 

Attack of the track like blah 

Spack of the slack to the back of the studio? 

Now give me a stack for Eric, Stack stacking vocals exactly 

Move to the rap game, rapping 

I'm Eazy's rabbit but it passed me 

Tortuous ways of extortion and that piece 

I'm beasting? for ever more I'm on my Cheech 

I'm beasting on the floor, keep a cypher on my streets 

My niggas love to pour, out they soul and they my peeps 

For keeping me informed, on my publishing so sweet 

I couldn't get it more, It's how everyone else thinks 

I could've hated more, your so bad I just not chic 

I couldn't m? ore, OK trigger please don't speak 

Little baby it's all good, you can walk up on anything 

Cause we gon' keep it hood, To the one that's on everything bang bang bang 

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I'm the pride of your granny Pearl 

I reside and a fan of Earl the symmetry of my world and my life is constantly twirling 

High enough to be social, zone out wit' a glass of Bourbon 

I'm pearling, swerving on the freeway, purposely, close curtain 

Most certainly, keep the purple, and liquor when I'm hurting 

Get money my nigga let's get it, don't drop it? 

Bling bling nigga? 

Ding ding in the ring it's crazy 

Seen things that'll make you hate me 

Get money get money have babies 

And I have a few Redbulls when I get too faded 

And I'm on my 1's and 2's when I get too jaded 

And if you knew dude just waiting having fun 

Have enough 'fore we blow out 

Get you dumb 

Make you really wanna go and just 

Smoke someone, choke someone, poke someone 

Some of us get a bottle, drink and throw up some 

You don't know your problems 'til you chalk it up and grow up some 

Hold up son, slow your roll and blow it up 

You should show us some 

In the mean time I be folding something