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Walk With Me (feat. Big Scoop)

J-A-Y Rock not Jigga

Tryna stack figures

I'm that nigga

Sitting in a parking lot, truck on sixes

Bad bitch with me, got a ass like delicious

Listen, I can paint pictures

so vivid you would think I got a art degree

Walk with me, through my town where them killers dwell

Wild, wild Watts

Where we sell rocks, shots go off

Babies get chalked like hop scotch

She fifteen three kids?

Fucking for some Js

Stripping for some change

Her baby daddy locked in chains

And he wanna blow his brains

cause he lost his only girl to the game

Stress on your brain, it'll kill ya

Outta sight, outta mind

Tip bottles and roll swishas

Detectives at the precincts roll

and post pictures while your homie pointing fingers

It's a cold world, nigga

Walk with me

I can show you them ins and outs

Stay in the house when them feds is out

Yeah, talking on your cellie

That'll get you twenty

Talking 'bout you got a spot around the corner booming

Not only that, niggas get jealous you better watch em

Soon as they catch you slipping, then they got ya

Hit you with them maracas

Stay sharp as Baraka

Prepare for the mortal combat

Push a button like Obama, drop bombs on ya

Hold my mama

It's a problem if you fucking with my family or my dollars

Ride out in them Impalas

Four niggas with four choppers, four hundred rounds

Guaranteed heart stoppers

Walk with me (walk with me)

I can show you them ins and outs

I can show you what a real nigga's about

Get money, fuck bitches

Stay solid, stay sharp, stay, say wise, stay polished

Nigga, just walk with me

I can show you them ins and out

Show you what getting money's about

Mind your own, live long

Don't be out running your mouth, talk is cheap

Niggas'll run at your house

Just walk with me

Walk with me as I journey through the five block???????????? for my nigga Rock

Ain't much different in my gutter than them Watts gutters

The only difference in my gutter: I'm the motherfucker

Take shots, call shots, I'm a big shot

Run the point, pass the rock, switch the last shot

Gutter soldier with a second chance to rock a mic

So I'm a give it to you raw how I live my life

Corner dweller, rock seller

I done seen it all

From a small pup all the way to big dog

Legendary in these Kansas City gritty streets

If I ain't eating there, a motherfucker better eat

Bleed the weak, and keep some heat, and trust the liquor bottle

Only living for the moment, nigga, fuck tomorrow

Without a conscience, I can get dirty

Back to talk

And I'm hoping that you heard me on this gutter walk

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