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a gram of 
Dollarama arm n hammer for your noggin
Got you actin like your walk-in backwards
the wrong parts of the Shwa you get your pockets tapped

You're gonna be walkin' 'round for months wearin' my finger prints.
(I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies
Talk shit and have to shoot ya

Walkin side by side
And you can't take back that smile
It's funny when you had, my, heart, on trial
And if you can't admit that it's real
At least say that

it's strange
Can you imagine life without pain?
Where everybody seems to be the same
Walkin' 'round life like there
Was nothing to gain lookin' in

All About Technic

U.T.F.O.

Doin' It!

walkin
I just try to be me, E
The only E, E.M.D.

[Kangol Kid]
Yeah boy, that's my boy E.M.D., Educated Most Definitely
But right about now Kangol is

Finnegan's Wake

The Tossers

Communication & Conviction: Last Seven Years

2001

Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street,
A gentleman Irish mighty odd
Well, he had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried

6 Figure

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 2

funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights,

Victim of Love

Dark One Lite

Guitar Tribute to Eagles Hotel California

2005

Some people never come clean,
I think you know what I mean, oh.
You're walkin' the wire, pain and desire,
Lookin' for love in between.
Tell me your

long
Under my protection there is nothing going wrong
I’m in charge, U follow orders, I make no exception
I do da talkin’, U do da walkin’ to da right

tryna suck some
Walkin' round the street with dirty feet
I don't want that
I don't like it, I don't need it
I don't love that
Tell her please get away, BG

But man all this molly got me in submission
I'm in a new dimension
I'm in a new dimension
Yeah, I'm in a new dimension
Walkin' round wit all this new

My bitch wear double G's, double C's
And I be motorboatin' in them double D's
She got them heels on, walkin' 'round naked
She put that pussy in my

Walkin round lookin like a target we gon take aim 
Niggas playing with their life and we aint type to play games 
Shots from the glocks then the rounds

trap and walkin' machines, the shotters
And shooters gimme the clean
That's fact-facts (Baow)

Done 365 days in the bando
Same way I done the same
Amount

All Out

Silk-E

Urban Therapy

to see me feedin my belly,
they want to see me walkin on my ass with no (money?)

[Verse Two]
Really don't even need this
everybody tryin to get a piece

flip, homie
I bet he hoping that I miss, don’t he?
You hear him comin’ from the horses in the whip, homie,
It’s wet where we walkin’ so be careful not

and flag me down a ride
Flag me down a ride
Oh, and if no one's gonna pick me up, now
Gonna take these walkin' blues and fly
I wanna fly

(Huh huh-uh)

Make Out Club

Gym Class Heroes

The Papercut Chronicles

2005

if I recall correctly
it was the middle of spring
walkin with my boys
contiplating what summer will bring
we started talkin about girls
and it

with caution 

Tip toe when I’m walk-in 

And whisper when I’m talking you won’t see me like I’m stalking 



[Chorus: CAPTAIN]



Way too many choices

the guap for real
Don't like her, can we swap for real
Walkin' around with a mop for real
Swear that I live at the top for real
Pull up on me, he get dropped

whisper names and my heart goes walkin'
Wake up and talk to me tonight

I don't wanna do the sleep talk, baby
Come on and tell me what you mean
Oh, I

like it’s Parkinson (shakin')
If you ain’t gang and we ain’t family
Ain’t not talkin' shit down (uh-un)
Yoppa on my side, I get to walkin' shit down

shines thru' the blinds
Walkin' up a long hike
Interludes and half times
Rewind in rhymes
Won't make a dime off of Spotify
Huh, shit

I say homie why you

Hollow

Rex Goudie

Look Closer

2006

Living like a dead man walkin' 
Voices in my head keep talking too 
Everything's a paler shade of you 
Nothing reaches me 
Driftin' on an empty