Ying Yang Twins - Thug Walkin' Lyrics
Chorus:Every where we gooo, every where we goooPeople want to knooow, people want to knooowWhat we here fooor, what we here fooorWe thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin'Verse One: {Ying Yang Twins back and forth}Pain make you retaliateSwang to crack yo chest bladeHangin' with the best datesSlang and get they neck playedGame is what yo test gaveBlang and take hoes and smoke hayNiggas what they call usTriggers is how we boss hogDrugs is what we left withSlugs will bring yo death quickKnucks will get you swolle upTricks will get you dick sickClinton gonna see impeachmentFor freaks he try'na creep withBusters never last longHustlers get they cash onHiders never act outRiders known to slash outPimps only get paidSimps truly get playedWimps never fist fightFreaks is quick to turn dikesSheets never come clean bledFrom yo crime scene mannChorus: {2x}Verse Two: {D-Roc}Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeperHe took you on a shine with nine and made Mom weepierThat thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' goodBut nigga see them boys was comin' up out the woodLay down was all you heard I mean scaryOne of 'em got bold and reached for the ChevyGun shots went off so we had to make it quickTold the other boys go ahead and give up the shitI don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the lootIf he pissed of my nigga I will shotSo he hurried up and them other niggas toI started up the car and told them what they had to doChorus: {2x}Verse Three: {Kaine}I'm smokin' my weed with y'allHangin' with niggas y'all ballJust because niggas be takin' it allTold them broads to back up off my ballsThugs be ready to brawl on the point of callThe devil reached in sippin' on ginIt changed my mind to sinHangin' with thugs that be loud as a roosterFigurin' they call us fools I haven't finished schoolChosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to doWho do you think that you *****in' withStupid ***** roll up out the vine before we swine andCause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four kY'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thangGet 'em up to the Eastside, to the Westside, true city thugsWhat's up much love, to the Tear da Club Up Thugsjust throw it up, all y'all get across the wallChorus: {Till The End}
