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walk like a killer - tru lyrics

[intro]
yo, p, what’s up mane?
what’s up n-gga?
man check them n-ggas out, finna be a millionaire
aww, n-gga, sh-t, it’s all the same, i just got more mothaf-ckin’ weed to smoke and more b-tches to dog
yeah, i’m sure you’re right

[verse 1: [?]]
slingin’ them rocks, thwartin’ them cops, still on the block
signed a distribution deal that y’all hoes [?] gonna stop
now they bumpin’ me, fools can’t be humpin’ me
i’m like some of you hoes, ’cause i still own my company
still smokin’ them trees, scratchin’ that leaf, don’t f-ck with me
a n-gga from the rich but i was born in new orleans
a n-gga ain’t humble, n-gga f-ck it, i’m ready to rumble
i’ll still stick these steel toes in your -ss and make some f-ckin’ gumbo
hard [?], got many stops
and i got more f-ckin’ rhymes in my head than an ant pile
you gotta go diss me
i’m gonna play the teacher, dot them “i”s mothaf-cka, cross the “t”s
bustin’ rhymes, but y’all n-ggas want to drop a dime
i guess y’all hoes f-ckin’ mad ’cause i done got mine (big time)
lyrical style with this loc sh-t
never givin’ a f-ck about you, or your whole clique
rippin’ like them locs, n-ggas sold the c0ke
f-ckin’ them hoes ain’t sluggin’ no dope
slangin’ these tapes to the world
so what the f-ck you gotta say ho?
so keep my name out your mouth, with this real sh-t
we don’t give a f-ck, ’cause p ready to f-ckin’ k!ll trick
and let you knows what’s the claps, ready to bust some caps
and just put the town on the map

[chorus]
walk like a k!lla, talk like a k!lla
but do you really have the b-lls to squeeze the f-ckin’ trigga?
walk like a k!lla, talk like a k!lla
but do you really have the b-lls to squeeze the f-ckin’ trigga?
walk like a k!lla, talk like a k!lla
but do you really have the b-lls to squeeze the f-ckin’ trigga?
walk like a k!lla, talk like a k!lla
but do you really have the b-lls to squeeze the f-ckin’ trigga?

[verse 2: [?]]
suckin’ on [?] f-ckin’ up game, but still slingin’ that cocaine
make more motherf-ckin’ tongue twistin’ [?]
and them logs up
but n-ggas can’t talk sh-t, ’cause y’all ain’t ready bruh
i got that k!lla, in my blood in my veins
f-ck it n-gga, i’m back in the hood slangin’ this cocaine
i’m like calgone, takin’ n-ggas away
and if you a baller motherf-cker, you better pop open that f-ckin’ safe
i walk around with two f-ckin’ gats
i ain’t trippin’ on the taz, n-gga, you know it’s f-ckin’ like that
i got them k!llas that i roll with
king george, kalli g, c-murder, and [?]
and we on the whole ‘nother level
ready to take a n-gga, and bury your -ss with your own mothaf-ckin’ shovel
so if you deep, talk is cheap (talk is cheap)
but when you roll through the town you better watch, you might lose your t–th
’cause those n-ggas on the hill don’t give a f-ck
shoot a n-gga quick and ready to spray your f-ckin’ house up
so when you roll through the town, you know how it go
easy come in the game, easy mothaf-ckin’ go
don’t check a playa, check your b-tch
’cause if she opens her mouth or open her legs, i’m gonna sure to kick some d-ck
and your b-tch must think your mackin’ (think your mackin’)
ain’t no real n-ggas goin’ to no sh-t without packin’

[verse 3: silkk the shocker]
comin’ up out that wild, wild, west, silkk would be billy the kid
ain’t no drive by, face to face as i split that wig
them n-ggas out that clique, they be mothaf-ckin’ h-lla scary
teach sh-t from my pops, so i guess it’ll be hereditary
i swear so many n-ggas be actin’ like a mothaf-ckin’ b-tch
i think god shoulda givin’ you n-ggas p-ssies, instead of givin’ ’em d-cks
i went rollin’ through my hood in that coupe on that gold
it ain’t that a n-gga be stuntin’, i just ain’t scared of none of you hoes
and i ain’t trippin’ up on that strap that you’re supposed to have
murder [?] ’cause the real n-ggas get the f-ckin’ [?]
and if you ain’t down with no limit, you need to bow down
n-ggas in the back seat, singin’ like h-town
99 ways to live, 1 way to die
but when you stop, breathin’, you’re dead n-gga, that’s when they close your eyes
yeah you walk like that k!lla, you talk like that k!lla
but do you got the nuts, to k!ll like that n-gga?

[outro]
like them n-ggas from that tru clique? they don’t give a f-ck
my little n-gga, moby d-ck, i think he’ll smoke any one of y’all mothaf-ckas
mr. serve-on, bury your own mothaf-ckin’ -ss, with your own shovel, b-tch
you know me and x down for the hoo-ride
sonia c, she’ll spray some sh-t up, you know silkk, king george, cali g, master p, we’ll make you hoes lay it down in a second
heh, and if you want to be part of that tru clique, you either need to get beat in, huh, or you gonna have to deal with what’s goin’ on
’cause we all real (real n-gga)
gang affiliated, say whatever you want mothaf-cker
you walk like a k!lla, you talk like a k!lla
but do you really have the b-lls to squeeze the trigga?
like all them n-ggas from richmond, california
yeah b-tch, major factor in this rap game
if you don’t know, now you know

- tru lyrics

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