Lyrical Breakdown of Walk Em Down (Don't Kill Civilians) (feat. Mustafa) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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We represent destruction - Death, mayham, murder and madness - You try me you gon' die You try the squad you gon' die Pourin' up drank sippin' wok by the pint Rich -, I buy you my friendship with the bank My bougie - be actin' like she loyal but she ain't Fell in love with a hood rat, and she walk stank My brother down the road wit a extendo on his shank Feel like I can do whatever never say I can't I won't move off my emotions, I'ma always think Tracker on his car catch him at the light and bang I'm a east side - with a bankroll Used to call us country they don't want no gun smoke I'm with the - but countin' money more fun tho All the ops say they hard why they run for All these choppas I can open up a gun store Really street I ain't goin' for the Gusto Give you cash money, I can't give no - tho Buck shots hit his stomach now his guts gone Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Put your man down, better not make a sound Brand-new Diamondback and it hold a hundred rounds I ain't hit no kids 'cause I walk my man down I won't hit no kids I'ma walk my man down AK or the SK Late night broad day 223 change your heart rate Softer than a parfait Used to serve in the hallway Sold me a bag it was all shake Called him back like I want eight (hello) Thought I came to shop but it was all take You know what I'm on - You only tough on the camera phone - I ain't finna rob you get your gamble on - Y'all the type of - we put hammers on - Beef about a - you a tender - rookie I can't even cap his baby mamas - gushy Amiri jeans stuffed with the blues all Tookie Used to sell the gas now I'm sellin' all cookie Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Walk that ni- down Put your man down, better not make a sound Brand-new Diamondback and it hold a hundred rounds I ain't hit no kids 'cause I walk my man down I won't hit no kids I'ma walk my man down This hood - don't matter but when my - dies somebody gotta answer Told him put his gun down, and he didn't make it to another November Told my boy leave town, but he don't have the bread to really leave the gutter And I'm starting to wonder, gotta find ways to not go under Bro wants to kill again Told him be patient you don't kill civilians The drop will come back out if it's written in No, we don't pray for war But if it comes - know what we built for Know what we built for Shootouts in the winter Bro got bigger Finally, came home but to no real - Just dice and liquor his old girl But he don't miss her He ain't the same he can't be with her Tell me how to cope right So many dead friends your prayers for the whole night Tell me how to grow right Locked in the cell and you hearing that your bro died New state of mind if a - trips don't waste no time Stay alive, stay alive We spin and these - claim the crown Bro wants to kill again Told him be patient, these poor civilians The drop will come back out Back out What's written in Will never miss We'll never miss Bro wants to kill again Told him be patient you don't kill civilians The drop will come back out if it's written in No, we don't pray for war But if it comes - know what we built for Know what we built for