Who’s Talking Weight (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] You know what I'm sayin', this is the Redlife remix Know what I'm sayin', who's talking weight, it's like this Goin' out to all the body snatchers and all the body catchers Representin' crazy, it's Redlife Grassroots music, Black Employed Records, you know what I'm sayin'? Bring it back from all the way Mount Olive to Doomstown Indie projects in effect [Verse 1] Deep in the mind of a killer MC Come to represent the city delicately Big up to my man from the projects Just came out of the pen, now he rests in the Rex Fresh cеss for everyone tonight Pull up on thе mic, make sure the flow is tight Witness the once in a life experience Jokin' comedians, the act got the ingredients To keep the blunts sparkin', yeah [?] but no man stop my land 'Cause every man see the same moon Boom to your chest if you try to kick stress To a psychopathic thinker, six-pack drinker Cold like the winter, pack a .35 for protection Who do you think you testin'? The actors on the scene with the black Smith Wesson Yo, sometimes it feels, crime's all I know The street life is like drugs and I can't say no Take it slow in the dead-end brethren The poison from the mag'll make your head spin A-yo, my instinct is what of a killer Dab is in the back with the bag of Sensimilla [Chorus] Who's talkin' weight but ain't walkin' straight? From cities to cities, the street life I can't escape Who's talkin' weight but ain't walkin' straight? From cities to cities, the street life I can't escape Who's talkin' weight but ain't walkin' straight? From cities to cities, the street life I can't escape Who's talkin' weight but ain't walkin' straight? From cities to cities, the street life I can't escape [Verse 2] If you find yourself constantly hangin' with rats, sour missions all results of that My loss of power got me wishin' that I was not a participant My nigga [?] disappeared but nobody know where he went My mind's bent, days get short, the nights are longer The charges of grenades got my wages increasin' Sixteen years of age, not seen the 52nd precinct Nothin' at a loss because at least my efforts were half decent This recent exposure follows me into tomorrow I gotta move fast so I can keep up with my shadow Ways are black to stash Me and AK we kickin' ass, purple sounds clash Endless concentration with subconscious thought My way of thinkin', the teachings, drinkin', the preachings Gotta move to make a lesson, dead I must be reachin' Black Pontiac full of straps, now we're screechin' Dashin' 40 Oz caught between the co-op I ran through Doomstown, screamin' sixer I caught the threat in, [?] to a stick-up Grab the [?] make you swallowin' shit We're lookin' out rude boy Partner, don't get yourself hitched 'Cause I don't know why they're fuckin' around with a borough Don't have today, a nigga must have tomorrow [Chorus] Who's talkin' weight but ain't walkin' straight? From cities to cities, the street life I can't escape Who's talkin' weight but ain't walkin' straight? From cities to cities, the street life I can't escape Who's talkin' weight but ain't walkin' straight? From cities to cities, the street life I can't escape Who's talkin' weight but ain't walkin' straight? From cities to cities, the street life I can't escape [Outro] Escape, escape, escape Yeah, just like that