Walk That Tree
We meet
Walk That Tree
Walk That Tree
Walk That Tree
Get her
We Meet
Get the ball in
Walk that tree, Walk that tree, Walk that tree, Walk that tree, Walk that, Walk that,
Walk that, Walking Death, walking Death, programming death, programming death,
programming death, programming death, programming death,
I wrote the song for the movie but it's not a game, not a game
The remix would set the record straight It's dedicated to you tricks who underestimate
You got them plastic toys, we got them plastic toys
You wanna get them up, you ain't said nothin' boy
I don't slide shit, but I finish it Whether I win or lose, I'ma finish it
It's do or die, life or death, you or me You can talk your ass off, make a movie, see
The other side, Jekyll and Hyde It's murk time if you see water in my eyes
Don't get it twisted, pump your nuts, think I'm hitchin' up
Got anger on my shoulder, lost, I don't give a fuck
Born and raised in Tennessee, Memphis, sucker You catch me slippin' once, it won't happen again, sucker
Walk that tree
Walk that tree
Mug em, chuck em, thrust em, buck em, fuck em, I don't love em
Hang em, bang em, bump em, stomp em, dump em, I don't trust em
Shut your mothafuckin' mouth, mouth, nigga you ain't shit
It's Jack up on his servants, back up on his big mitts
Still packin' that .44, kickin' down your front door
Spittin' with your fat meat, never play me like a ho
Just like that, I kill your ass, it's the quick and real fast
Everything I learned, I forgot my anger management class
What's up with that beef and shit, I thought that too was hard
Now I see you downtown, makin' statements, pressin' charges
Back up on the fuckin' bricks, yeah, I done made bond
Lookin' for your ass, better hide, you better run
Acrobat, assault your ass, make sure you don't come to court
Bitch, let me be your flatline, while you walk, I support
You the red across your makeup, promise, I don't miss em
I had to whoop that trick, cause my mind said, get on
You know I rap hustle, hustle the rap gang
But still tied to my niggas in the trap gang
That means I'm still street, that means I'm still hood
I chose another route, but trick, I'm still hood
You get respect if you give it, that's the way it go
And if I don't know you, just know I'm watchin' close
And if I do know you, don't throw no crosses, man
They say the closest ones, they quick to get your mind
Yeah, it's a dirty gang, gotta watch your front and back
These niggas love to hate, I put my life on that
I'm one of the trillions, I can't help but spit the raw truth
This sucker got an attitude, what you gon' do?
I'm tryin' to keep my cool, just get it on speech
That's when you cross the line, that's when it gets deep
It gets deep, I ain't worried about your top top
If I'm invited at home, I'ma knock your top off
Walk that trick
Just in case you didn't know, got the Prozenade
I got this long gun, the boobie, but it's not a gang
Walk that trick
Remix
Remix
Walk that tree!
