Talkin' dat drive by ***

Everybody talkin' dat gangsta ***

Talkin' dat drive by thang

Everybody talking dat gangsta swang Slaves to the rhythm of the master

Buck boom buck another

Neighborhood disaster

(Drummer hit me one) A gun iz a gun iz

A muther ***in' gun

But an organized side

Keep a sellout niga on the run What you gonna do to get paid?

Step on the rest of the hood

Till the drug raid See you runnin' like roaches

Black gangstas need track coaches

The white law set you up raw

When you have his trust in killin' us Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk

Where you tryin' to go wit dat

Don't even go dere wit dat rap Guns, drugs an' money

All you know how

So whatcha gonna do now? I'm 'bout ready to bounce

Trouble on the corner of blunt ave

An 40 ounce, madd uncivilized lifestyles

30 years bids for kids, now that's wild I'm raisin' my child

I'm steppin' to da curb

Wit a sign do not disturb Too much don't give a ***

Or a damn thing

But choose what the other man bring I sing a song 'cause I see wrong

I'm not down with the fe fi fo

Where I come from

See, the brothers ain't dumb Sense goes over nonsense

When it makes no sense

I'm throwin' up da fence Talkin' dat drive by ***

Everybody talkin' dat gangsta ***

Talkin' dat drive by thang

Everybody talkin' dat gangsta swang Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk

Were you tryin' to go wit dat

Don't even go there wit dat rap Guns, drugs and money

All you know how

So whatcha gone do now? The only good niga iz a dead niga

Dats what they used to say Can't understand why a man

Gotta use a trigga

On his own, suppose to act grown Cracka in da back

Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother

Couldn't shoot and shot a mother Four kids alone home

Ungrown and now they on they own

Now check yourself cool

What good is da hood if ya actin' a fool

Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk