Walk Em Down (Don't Kill Civilians)

We represent destruction, nigga

Death, mayhem, murder and madness, nigga

You try me, you gon' die

You try to score us, you gon' die

Pourin' up drank, sippin' wock by the paint

Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank

My boujee bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she ain't

Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stains

My brother done the road with a 'xtendo on his chain

Felt like I can do whatever, never say I can't

I won't move off my emotions, I'ma always think

Tracker on his car, catch him at the body bank

I'm an Eastside nigga with a bankroll

Used to call this country "They Don't Want No Gun Smoke"

I'm with this shit, but countin' money more fun though

All the opps say they hard, why they run for?

All these choppers, I can open up a gun store

Really street, I ain't goin' for the guts though

Give you cash money, I can't give no **** though

Buck shots in his stomach, now his guts gone

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Put your man down, better not make a sound

Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred rounds

I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down

I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down

AK or the SK? Late night, broad day

.223 change your heart rate, nigga softer than a parfait

Used to serve in a hallway, nigga sold me a bag, it was all shake

Called him back, like "I want eight" (Hello?)

Thought I came to shop, but it was all tape

Pussy, you know what I'm on, pussy

You only tough on the camera phone, pussy

I ain't finna rob you, get your gamble on, pussy

Y'all the type of niggas we put hammers on, pussy

Beef about a bitch, you a tender dick rookie

I can't even cap, 'cause baby mama, she ain't gushy

Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues, all [?]

Used to sell the gas, now we sell it all cookie

Walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down

Put your man down, better not make a sound

Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred rounds

I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down

(I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down)

This hood shit don't matter

But, why my nigga die? Somebody, God, answer

Told him put his gun down

And he didn't make it to another November

Told my bro to leave town

But he don't have the bread to really leave the gutter

And I'm startin' to wonder

Gotta find ways to not go under

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"

The drop'll come back at it for drillin' it

Now it'll pray for a ho'

But if it comes, niggas know I'll be done for

Niggas know I'll be done for

Shootouts in the winter, bro cop bigger

Finally came home, but to no real niggas

Just pour some liquor, it's all good, but they don't miss her

He ain't the same, he can't be with her, oh

Tell me how to cope right

Too many dead friends, it rains for the whole night

Tell me how to cope right

Locked in the cell and you hearin' that your bro died

No state of mind

If a nigga trips, don't waste no time

Still love, still love

We spin and this nigga's claimin' [?]

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"

The drop'll come back at, back at, but, really

We'll never miss, we'll never miss

Bro wants to kill again

Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"

The drop'll come back at it for drillin' it

Now it'll pray for a ho'

But if it comes, niggas know I'll be done for

Niggas know I'll be done for

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