Artist: Ruthless Bastardz Album: Too Raw for Radio Song: Keep On Walkin' Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Beno (Apocalipps)] If you don't wanna get fucked up (keep on walkin') If you ain't talk about bread, nigga (keep on walkin') And if you hot with them fed niggas (keep on walkin') Keep playing, I'mma put ya punk ass in the coffin We ain't never slap box, nigga (keep on walkin') We aint' never go to crack spot (keep on walkin') If you don't wanna get popped, nigga (keep on walkin') Keep plaing, I'mma put ya punk ass in the coffin [Apocalipps] Attention competition, that nigga Lipps is better than ya'll I robbed a nigga for his shine, and now I carry his cross I bought an automatic Super Soaker, wet up your Porsche I'm bad with authority, I had to bury my boss A muthafucka better keep on walkin', I don't know what u listenin' to I make your punk ass eat that Walkman I remember I was fucked up, down to my last buck Now shit done changed up, it's crazy, just ask Truck Approach me on some foreigner shit, that's why I palm the grip And put six inside a non descript' Fuck the cats you hang with, and them niggas you sell with McNabb style, put the eagle to your helmet I'm trynna get these Jeffersons like Weezy I hit you once, just for trying to be greazy and sleazy Now be Eazy, like Eric Wright in his prime And you can ball til you fall, but just remember this rhyme [Chorus] [Truck] Another day, same shit, for what? I don't know I been trying the same strip until this rap shit blow What you doing? Handling biz, scrambling kid What you need? Truck got it, whatever it is You feel tough, take ya shit back, blaow, nigga, get back And starve and smash a nigga for a loosy and a six pack Guns'll blind and hit a nigga way down under Send shots to ya car, man, flip ya hunger I can go commercial, and spit that country grammar And slide the fuck across the stage like I'm MC Hammer Go 'head nigga, keep on talkin' And I'mma put you in the wheelchair, you won't be walking [Bless] I pistol whip you in the head, until the blood start oozing You better play like Soul II Soul, nigga, and keep on moving I got 20/20 vision, but I'm half retarted That's why they kept me on the yellow bus with the Bastardz, squeezed up My style is crazy, it ain't tough talking, break jaws Cali niggas bang my shit, raising they six fours I make you clap your moms in the neck, word, and you can bet That you gon' catch everything like Mike Piazza from the Mets Now clicks the lights on, everybody got the glass Cuz when it smash, I don't need no cops on my ass Cuz I'm already hot like jalapenos and hot sauce Always bang them glocks off, I cocked up, then popped off [Chorus] [Iron Mic] Fuck what you talking boy, I'm straight New Yorking Send the money to ya momma house, pay for you coffin We hit 'em up, split 'em up, watch the nigga get tossed in Nothing but homicide, we do that often So move back off me, keep on walkin', the stakes on the block You dirty, better bounce, and keep on hawking I ain't rich yet, groupie bitches keep on stalking The beef? Ain't done until I stick my fork in Let me get off the topic for a sec, I blast my nine, I'm back I cut your hands off, you ask about mine and crack Got these niggas acting like straight fiends I call my gun La-Z-Boy the way I make 'em lean You hear the hook, nigga, keep it movin' And don't expect shit, if you ain't never bust ya gun for Ruthless If you ain't hold the block with us, you wasn't ready to ride Will say and die, you don't rock with us You ain't ready to takeover, hip hop with us It's Pop Ya Head Off Records, come pop with us [Chorus]