Verse 1: Lil' Stretch:

Livin' life in the fast lane, killin' off shit like the Lebanese
Out the pie?, comes a child of the seventies
Rollin' through your hood, n***a layin' down
Commence to leave a n***a's whole hood a ghost town
But I told you once, and you chose to twist it
4 dead 3 each and of that Soldier did it
Comin' down with the n***as that hang with me
Never have to worry about them boys that slang with me
For the simple fact that them n***as bang with me
And some of you n***as say you killas but just claim to be
And somehow somewhere, yo I heard it was on
Rampage, grab the gauge, time to peel some domes
G-Pops came through with the Desert Eagle
Fuckin' feed your fish n***a if you ain't our peoples
And these sucka-ass n***as will keep runnin' their mouths
Big Wy: And I'mma knock your mothafuckin' ass out!
And I slang these thangs, so fool brace yourself
You wanna talk that talk so let's walk that walk!

Verse 2: Lil' Stretch & Big Wy:

Lil' Stretch: From that first bullshit, I think yo' ass woulda learned
Big Wy: Y.G. is what I B, so it's stripes to be earned
Lil' Stretch: They offer you counselling to learn from your mistakes
Big Wy: But instead I hit the drank, and learn to retaliate
Lil' Stretch: You pickin' up the tricks of the trade real good
Big Wy: I keep the enemies droppin', to keep the hood poppin'
Lil' Stretch: So you're a Soldier, a young one to say the least
Big Wy: Uniform fully creased, khaki two-piece
Lil' Stretch: N***as comin' to yo' hood, wanna start static
Big Wy: .44 Desert Eagle, full metal jacket
Lil' Stretch: So you think you tough, just because you little bigger?
Big Wy: Fool I pull the trigger, FUCK walkin' with another n***a
Verse 3: Unknown:

Some of you mothafuckas say that you need some, and some say you want some
But me myself, I say you n***as can't get none!
A little fat-faced nappy-headed n***a from the streets, rollin' deep with they heat, knockin' fools off their feet
As we creep, late night, through, the city streets I got to keep, one step ahead, you know if I don't I'm dead
So hold your last talk, I bet you didn't think that I can walk the walk, just because I talk the talk, down when you walk that talk...

Verse 4: Dogg:

Well if you gonna talk that talk, better walk that walk, n***a
Like grandpa told me 'fore I got bigger: "Man you can't, talk a good game but they can't slang them thangs, when they fuckin' with a real mothafuckin' Mack"
Got a little older but I really never grew in size
Had to be a Soldier, holdin' boulders, come and test mine
Now it's '94, comin' up fast in the game
Movin' through LAX and dippin' in the gutter like
Yak I'm drankin', n***as I'm bangin', my condition is mint, bitch
And use that swangin'
But now it's too late, you had to talk that talk
Tell? yo' Chucks up n***a, and let's walk that walk!

Verse 5: Young Keystone:

In hatin' memory of the fool who try to trip and got smoked
He's sent to fuck with Keystone, I put the gauge to his throat
Pulled the trigga then I knew I had the feelin' for killin'
With no remorse and smoke a blunt and hit the drank now I'm chillin'
Time to let him know that 90's was the age of the killas
Now when a n***a drank a 40, got a blessin' my n***a
You know we cold as killas, war in the city of Tombstone
If you scared to die don't enter the Watts zone
'Cause there, you never go home the same and it's my home sweet home
Yo my home is where my strap is
Home ain't where the heart is 'cause n***as ain't wise and young
Was the only thing to run around Watts is the shotgun
The pistol grip pump, known to y'all as the .410 Mausberg, so once again watch these n***as get served
And if they trip and then you need a quick healin'
Then come to Watts and ask for Young Keystone, age of the kill
Verse 6: C-K (Lil' Leak):

(background dice-shakin' noises) Shootin' dice in the hood and my point is 5
In this California life cannot survive
With the gangs and thugs, that's known to trip
Them gangbanging nopes? slangin' Bloods & Crips
When they hang out all night bustin' caps
Drinkin' 40s, being loud, smokin', singin' raps
And it's on if the other side rose by
Hit the 9, do a murda, make his mother cry
And make him pay for the shit that he did to me
Rest in peace, Big Bo, you was missed in the '93
Nothin' but [?] was a born killer
Young Leak, with the gangsta ways, I was a drug dealer
Servin' all day, makin' ends meet
Through with the homies on the 'Shaw rollin' real deep
And watch these fools flock around like a hawk
Talk that talk, before you walk that walk, punk

Verse 7: Fo' Clips Eclipse (Young Malcolm):

Now we gon' let the mothafuckin' gunshots come
1, 2, 3, Fo' Clips on another mission
God damn, I got two Glocks and a MAC-10 ready
To put my fuckin' work in my ends to show
And I need a fucking lick
I creeps on a store, punk-ass Korean bitch
Jump across the counter with the mothafucking quickness
Loaded the clip in the bitch just for screamin'
Now my heart is pumping, I think she hit the fuckin' alarm but
But that ain't stoppin', because I'm from Compton
The bitch lie dead in a pool full of fuckin' blood
Still searchin' for some ends before I run
Gets the fuck out the fuckin' store with the quickness
Jumped into a tight 1977 Cutlass
Now you know how a young n***a walk, n***a
Now talk that talk, and start walkin' that walk
Verse 8: Unknown:

I see some n***as in the front shootin' dice
We creeped up quite, when we left you what nothin' nice
So n***as spotted Hammer with the MAC
He tried to reach for his strap, slugs tore off his back
You should've seen the way my boy had that MAC spittin'
Breakin' n***as in half, yeah, he wasn't bullshittin'
Straight watchin' n***as drop, bitches screamin'
From the multiple gunshots
Rippin' n***as' chests like Silly Putty
Bitch stress nothin' less, now who wanna fuck with me
Breakin' n***as down and stompin' 'em out
Lil' Stretch took a shot, come knock them out
See you wanted to talk though, let's see if you will [?]
Meet me on the 5, and we'll get our walk on

Verse 9: Tweedy Bird Loc (BK):

Started at a young motherfucking age, a youngsta
Of the most hated n***as in the hood, I was among the worst!
And the best talk is always cheap
N***a die come wit' it, 'cause I be playin' for keeps
It's on every n***a's mind, that try and take me out
Fucked up, that real shit is what I'm rappin' about!
Shot a n***a in his face, at point blank range
A product of my environment, ain't shit finna change!
Many nights, I thought about talkin' that talk
But all that shit came after I walked that walk!
The worst you can do for me is kill your motherfuckin' self
And when you do that Tweed will fuck your whole self!
Stank bitch, it's over, I told ya
No bullshit, get my ass paid, '94!
I'm puttin' on them shoes, they ain't payin' my dues
Step outside, you talk, you walk which to fuck, yet you choose, n***a!