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Big L Feat. Proof & 2Pac - Walk These Streets (Mr Corr Remix)

FaceBook -   / 341655912532194   DL - http://www.mediafire.com/?ktmdw1nf0gm... a remix of rakim and maino's walk these streets with Big L (put it on), Proof Of D12 (40oz) and 2Pac (Better Dayz) Hope you enjoy worked quite hard on this one verses fit perfectly especially the Proof verse. Thumbs Up, Favourite, Comment, Subscribe, Whatever. Happy Birthday 2Pac For Yesterday :) Instrumental with hook made by BURNA2015 [Lyrics] [Verse 1 : Big L] Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin Front and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six [Chorus : Tracey Horton] I walk these streets, wit my mind on my plan It's alright if you don't understand I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand 'cause hatin is the nature of man (Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras, just pop the hammer Box the innocent bystander and his man up) I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand It's alright if you don't understand Just stay outta my waaaay [Verse 2 : Proof Of D12] I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk. 80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want. I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair. Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce. See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose. See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit. If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch. Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique. Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet. Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty. [Chorus] [Verse 3 : 2Pac] Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools Since back in high school, we was true, me and you Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him Still dressin like grown men when rollin I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends Hopin you well, I know it's hell Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail And me I'm doin cool I settled down, had a family, workin in night school Every once in a while, I reminisce And wonder how we ever came to this I miss the better days [Chorus]