Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk Like A Killa (feat. Master P), artist - King George. Date of issue: 20.02.2009
Song language: English
Walk Like A Killa (feat. Master P) |
| Yo, P, what’s up mane? |
| What’s up nigga? |
| Man check them niggas out, finna be a millionaire |
| Aww, nigga, shit, it’s all the same, I just got more mothafuckin' weed to smoke |
| and more bitches to dog |
| Yeah, I’m sure you’re right |
| 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 fuck with me |
| A nigga from The Rich but I was born in New Orleans |
| A nigga ain’t humble, nigga fuck it, I’m ready to rumble |
| I’ll still stick these steel toes in your ass and make some fuckin' gumbo |
| Hard, got many stops |
| And I got more fuckin' rhymes in my head than an ant pile |
| You gotta go diss me |
| I’m gonna play the teacher, dot them «I"s mothafucka, cross the «T"s |
| Bustin' rhymes, but y’all niggas want to drop a dime |
| I guess y’all hoes fuckin' mad 'cause I done got mine (big time) |
| Lyrical style with this loc shit |
| Never givin' a fuck about you, or your whole clique |
| Rippin' like them locs, niggas sold the coke |
| Fuckin' them hoes ain’t sluggin' no dope |
| Slangin' these tapes to the world |
| So what the fuck you gotta say ho? |
| So keep my name out your mouth, with this real shit |
| We don’t give a fuck, 'cause P ready to fuckin' kill trick |
| And let you knows what’s the claps, ready to bust some caps |
| And just put The Town on the map |
| Walk like a killa, talk like a killa |
| But do you really have the balls to squeeze the fuckin' trigga? |
| Walk like a killa, talk like a killa |
| But do you really have the balls to squeeze the fuckin' trigga? |
| Walk like a killa, talk like a killa |
| But do you really have the balls to squeeze the fuckin' trigga? |
| Walk like a killa, talk like a killa |
| But do you really have the balls to squeeze the fuckin' trigga? |
| Suckin' on fuckin' up game, but still slingin' that cocaine |
| Make more motherfuckin' tongue twistin' |
| And them logs up |
| But niggas can’t talk shit, 'cause y’all ain’t ready bruh |
| I got that killa, in my blood in my veins |
| Fuck it nigga, I’m back in the hood slangin' this cocaine |
| I’m like Calgone, takin' niggas away |
| And if you a baller motherfucker, you better pop open that fuckin' safe |
| I walk around with two fuckin' gats |
| I ain’t trippin' on the Taz, nigga, you know it’s fuckin' like that |
| I got them killas that I roll with |
| King George, Kalli G, C-Murder, and |
| And we on the whole 'nother level |
| Ready to take a nigga, and bury your ass with your own mothafuckin' 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 teeth |
| 'Cause those niggas on the hill don’t give a fuck |
| Shoot a nigga quick and ready to spray your fuckin' house up |
| So when you roll through The Town, you know how it go |
| Easy come in the game, easy mothafuckin' go |
| Don’t check a playa, check your bitch |
| 'Cause if she opens her mouth or open her legs, I’m gonna sure to kick some dick |
| And your bitch must think your mackin' (think your mackin') |
| Ain’t no real niggas goin' to no shit without packin' |
| Walk like a killa, talk like a killa |
| But do you really have the balls to squeeze the fuckin' trigga? |
| Walk like a killa, talk like a killa |
| But do you really have the balls to squeeze the fuckin' trigga? |
| Walk like a killa, talk like a killa |
| 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 niggas out that clique, they be mothafuckin' hella scary |
| Teach shit from my pops, so I guess it’ll be hereditary |
| I swear so many niggas be actin' like a mothafuckin' bitch |
| I think God shoulda givin' you niggas pussies, instead of givin' 'em dicks |
| I went rollin' through my hood in that coupe on that gold |
| It ain’t that a nigga 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 niggas get the fuckin' |
| And if you ain’t down with No Limit, you need to bow down |
| Niggas in the back seat, singin' like H-Town |
| 99 ways to live, 1 way to die |
| But when you stop, breathin', you’re dead nigga, that’s when they close your |
| eyes |
| Yeah you walk like that killa, you talk like that killa |
| But do you got the nuts, to kill like that nigga? |
| Like them niggas from that TRU clique? |
| They don’t give a fuck |
| My little nigga, Moby Dick, I think he’ll smoke any one of y’all mothafuckas |
| Mr. Serve-on, bury your own mothafuckin' ass, with your own shovel, bitch |
| You know me and X down for the hoo-ride |
| Sonia C, she’ll spray some shit 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 nigga) |
| Gang affiliated, say whatever you want mothafucker |
| You walk like a killa, you talk like a killa |
| But do you really have the balls to squeeze the trigga? |
| Like all them niggas from Richmond, California |
| Yeah bitch, major factor in this rap game |
| If you don’t know, now you know |