Thug Walkin' Lyrics - Thug Walkin' - Ying Yang Twins

Chorus: 

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' 

Verse One: {Ying Yang Twins back and forth} 

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 

Chorus: {2x} 

Verse Two: {D-Roc} 

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 

Chorus: {2x} 

Verse Three: {Kaine} 

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 

Chorus: {Till The End}