Walk Like A Killer

[Intro]

Yo, P, what's up mane?

What's up nigga?

Man check them niggas out, finna be a millionaire

Aww, nigga, shit, it's still the same, I just got more mothafuckin' weed to smoke and more bitches to dog

Yeah, I'm sure you're right

[Verse 1: Master P]

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

Hardcore, 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

[Chorus]

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?

[Verse 2: Master P]

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 niggas y'all ain't ready bruh

I got that killa, in my blood in my veins

Fuck it niggas, 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'

[Chorus]

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

[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 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?

[Outro]

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