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



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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



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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