50 Cent - Better Walk lyrics

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50 Cent - Better Walk lyrics

[Hook: 50 Cent] 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 I hit them up Lay them down Bang bang (2x) [Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] 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 n***a shot at me right after we jumped him I told Tity, Baby, and Mane not to touch 'em I used f** wit 'em, now I'm like f** 'em Dick in the dust, my rider's gon' do it Real n***a sh** I give 'em the gun to do it n***a sh** real you can die over your music Whatchu gon do k** a n***a youtube it it look stupid n***a You, you, you, and you a b**h Now look how I played you like a do a b**h I don't talk it I walk it, put your coffin on an auction My zodiac sign says caution, n***a [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] Just cause you p**y n***a you ain't got nine lives I pack 50 shots you get hit 'bout 30 times Ready N.Y. time, ownin' L.A. 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 sh**, 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 splint in your gender, p**y your persona Screamin' at ya so hard, soundin' like Rihanna You don't even add up, I know you don't the problems I can hit a n***a wit a choppa from a chopper [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] I'm that bad kid nobody never wanted to play with Tryna do somethin' evil and get away with it Growin' up I wasn't always the family favorite Now they don't say sh**, cause I'm famous I hit the block I wanna see ankles sprainin' I'm aimed and co*ked, 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 n***a, he's done You p**y, 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 Ima murder some Yeah yeah murderer murderer Light 'em up light 'em up, burn 'em up burn 'er up n***as just talkin' sh**, I ain't never heard of ya Keep walkin' or be a wheelchair purchaser [Hook: 50 Cent]