作曲 : James Henry Boxley III & Carlton Ridenhour & Eric Sadler
Talkin dat drive by shit 
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit 
Talkin dat drive by thang 
Everybody talking dat gangsta swang 
Slaves to the rhythm of the master 
Buck boom buck another 
Neighborhood disaster (Drummer hit me one) 
A gun iz a gun iz 
A muther fuckin gun 
But an organized side 
Keep a sellout niga on the run 
What you gonna do to get paid 
Step on the rest of the hood 
Till the drug raid 
See you runnin like roaches 
Black gangstas need track coaches 
The white law set you up raw 
When you have his trust in killin us 
Talkin dat gattalk 
Walkin dat catwalk 
Where you tryin to go wit dat 
Dont even go dere wit dat rap 
Guns drugs an money 
All you know how 
So whatcha gonna do now? 
I'm bout ready to bounce 
Trouble on the corner of blunt ave 
An 40 ounce 
Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild 
I'm raisin my child 
I'm steppin to da curb 
Wit a sign do not disturb 
Too much dont give a fuck 
Or a damn thing 
But choose what the other man bring 
I sing a song cause 
I see wrong 
I'm not down with the fe fi fo 
Where I come from 
See, the brothers aint dumb 
Sense goes over nonsense 
When it makes no sense 
I'm throwin up da fence 
Talkin dat drive by shit 
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit 
Talkin dat drive by thang 
Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang 
Talkin dat gattalk 
Walkin dat catwalk 
Were you tryin to go wit dat 
Dont even go there wit dat rap 
Guns drugs & money 
All you know how 
So whatcha gone do now? [Break] 
The only good niga iz a dead niga 
Dats what they used to say 
Cant understand why a man 
Gotta use a trigga 
On his own, suppose to act grown 
Cracka in da back 
Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother 
Couldn't shoot and shot a mother 
Four kids alone home 
Ungrown & now they on they own 
Now check yourself cool 
What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool 
Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk