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Testing one  two  three  four 
Rappin 4 tay  Rag Top records  nineteen ninety six 
West up  let's do this 

Yeah Four  you done finally got that parole card 
Yeah man  that was long comeing trying get that  man 
I understand that Four  but a lot of people don't know 
what you've done been thru bro' 
Man  a brother done been in this rap game for ten years  man 
I've been from hell and back  you know Frank 
But what's gon' have to do is lay it down and lace it 
up like a shoesbraim 
Ok, like this here... 

Aloud me to take you back down memory lane 
When a player was so young in this rap game 
Yeah, if you had a fight you best to knock a sucker out 
Because moms wouldn't bout to let you in the house 
Yeah, we had to throw em' in the days 
Didn't have glock, never seen a twelve gatch 
Wasn't no banging n' gang n' philly ate the defs 
Brother had to go to school in the days to get a rep 
Always wanted to bust a gang in theese raps 
And be the first player to put Frisco on the map 
So add this to the list of them hits 
pappin knockin for the new year 
Ima ved in this rappin and is you wet behind the ear 
Shit, I even caught the San Quinton blues 
Used to rock that motherfucker every night, I paid my dues 

chorus 
I talked the talk, but now Im walking the walk 
What up, foe! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what! 

Im from the west but I don't ride the saller 
Used to do a lot of battle, 
but you money are make you chunk, rattle 
Ever since the solarsystem boy club and house parties 
Rap contest, a book of team, and it was everybody 
snatching it taking it swop on stuff all the way home 
Once me and O' hit the jets, man we was gone 
Up the stairs to the vayking house, thats we're we prctice at 
We didn't have a studio so man we had to work with that 
No rie the rills no mic, just the radio 
Papper on pin and I was in, the harder the ghetto 
Trying to suit my dream, trying to make things right 
I posted up at other people, shosed, beging to get the mic 
I was kicking down doested, posted up, lock the fourty nine 
As all I wanted to do was bust a rapping for the head line 
They pushed me to the left, I said all right, that's cool 
Now you're come and bookin' atch and everyday, I paid my dues 

chorus 
I talked the talk, but now Im walking the walk 
What up, foe! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what! 

The differences you're talking about, the game 
You see Im living in it 
And all my folks R.I.P I see you in a minute 
Before I cut I gots to shooking becuse Im still pist 
For mom's states cort dates and the time I mist 
A lot of deathudis and correction of a silledy 
I kept they as up all night, but none they filling me 
For banging on the walls and bust a rap of the top-tip 
Bet you never though I be the entertainer of the year 
But why not, cause I've got, what it takes to represent 
Crack are be a hundred files, Im never hesetent 
Jess as Franky J. they drove me an old school beat 
Them funky instrument is'll kept me of the streets 
They kept me modoveit, I was always undereit 
I bet my real folks wouldn't survive when I made it 
Plus I gave them didgets back to the parole board 
So now Im cool, I'd been paid my dues 

chorus 
I talked the talk, but now Im walking the walk 
What up, foe! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what!

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