walk before we run (walk before we run) Takin' it slow is half the fun (take it slow) Because this feeling's just begun (ohh) Baby let's walk before we
here right now that I didn't know last year Who the f-ck are y'all I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back But I just
shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their
taught, gotta walk But don't get caught in the mist of the Prophets In the beams y'all [Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Y'all niggas ain't no killers, to many
as you go to step in 'em (BROOM) you know how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assasins ski
Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga, we all we got, aye We all we got! Ok! Can you hear me!?... [
your P.O., before you mashed out Then you went the wrong route, that's why I threw my dick in your girl's mouth Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha
't be done, like tryin to find a penny in the sea Nigga run, for cover son go and get them guns Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around here gettin
be fast to plea Raw cook up, Got the Hook-Up like Master P F.G., we don't talk, nigga, fast to squeeze Walk up and let a hundred shots crash ya V The
Passin' demonic haters, traitors [Chorus:] In God we trust Fly true to this game til' Fly bust Til' my body bites the dust, Fly ain't tryin' to give this up In God we
achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and
and put a sock in yo mouth Cause we da shit in the south, they know what i'm talkin bout You see we jack and we daniels, y'all earl and ralph 4-ize twirl
east side niggas We teach y'all niggas bout this murder shit We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G {Tray Deee}
front of the belly Prestigious moves, we killin 'em, hoes we drillin 'em We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em In the van, .45's and
a hip-hop artist Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it Cuz in the PJ's we
See, pop, pop let 'em drop Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas We creeping, we needing mo' money We sick and we cold and we hungry (Huh) I'm
if I don't I'ma knock on the glass of your 600 None of y'all want it and I don't mean track and field When I ask you to run it, I'm nice as fuck I love