Walk Down (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E

[Chorus: Doe Boy]
n*gga one day'll walk down my block (Knowles Ave)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (pus*y)
I'ma make them b*tches count when I let off my shots, let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, n*gga, this ain't that (n*gga, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, n*gga, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
n*ggas faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
n*ggas in they feelings but I ain't got no heart (But I ain't got no heart)
n*ggas never liked me, I don't want 'em to start (f*ck 'em)
Push Doe Beezy buttons, then you know he gon' start (Doe Beezy)
We done sh*tbagged more n*ggas than a grocery cart (Oh really?)
n*ggas taking chains for some clout off lames (For some clout off lames)
b*tch, I ain't a rapper, I'll jump off stage (No cap)
Dug his own grave, shouldn't've spoke on the gang (Gang gang)
Y'all don't know who killed the n*gga, you just post on your page, hah (Oh really?)
Ex-b*tch mad 'cause the b*tch can't keep me ('Cause the b*tch can't keep me)
Married to my chopper, ho, the streets still need me (Grrh, bah)
Wanna live your life, you better not f*ck with Doe Beezy (Doe Beezy)
You'll die young, n*gga, just like Eazy (Let's go)
n*gga with an attitude just like Dre (Hrr)
Choppers on deck, n*gga better not play (Hrrt, baow)
We some wild young n*ggas, we ain't f*ckin' with lames (Gang gang)
b*tch, we RBMG, the new NWA (On gang)
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
n*gga one day'll walk down my block (Knowles Ave)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (pus*y)
I'ma make them b*tches count when I let off my shots, let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, n*gga, this ain't that (n*gga, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, n*gga, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
n*ggas faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)

[Verse 2: YG]
Ayy
If a n*gga dead, f*ck with my opps
Treat him just like a opp, shoot it out, get socked
I ain't beefin' over no thot, that's for the 400 block
I be tweakin', I be thinkin' that the plug is a cop
We some dirty n*ggas, b*tch, yeah, the money in Glocks
My YGs flatline you, lay you down on the cot
b*tch, I was on the block when it was cold and hot
b*tch, I was on some gangster sh*t when I got shot
n*ggas braggin' 'bout a body, n*gga, bodies is regular
I know about the murder, but I don't tell you
n*ggas braggin' 'bout a body, n*gga, bodies is regular
I'm braggin' 'bout a bag, and you ain't flew on Delta
Trick top, 'bout the rules, the trick top come first (Westside, huh)
Buddha, Slim, thinkin', ****, they know all my dirt
Mark a n*gga out, disrespectin' the turf (b*tch, b*tch)
Make a b*tch n*gga pull up his skirt (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
n*gga one day'll walk down my block (Knowles Ave)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (pus*y)
I'ma make them b*tches count when I let off my shots, let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, n*gga, this ain't that (n*gga, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, n*gga, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
n*ggas faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)