Akon

Akon - Bad Man Walkin lyrics

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(feat. Team Invasion)



This Goes Out To Them Clowns 

Talkin Bout They Got The Block Locked Down 

Sewin Up The Compound 

Only U If Knew How My Squad Get Down 

You Think You Met A Bad Man Walkin 

You Aint Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me 

Hit You With The Glock 2 Times 

Fuckin Up My Show Shoe Shine 

Once You Drop Down 

See Niggas Aint Got No Dough 

Fakin Like They Wanna Be Loco 

I See You Jakin My Jewels 

I Aint The One You Want To Stand Next To 

You Think You Met A Bad Man Walkin 

You Aint Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me 

Its An Invasion 

Dont Give A Fuck Black Red Caucasian 



Yo Yo Between U And I 

Theres A Truth No Lie 

You Gon Die 4 The Fact That Hood Rules Apply 

I Hold My Ruger High 

B4 I Shoot The Sky 

Shoot Your Alla Shoot Your Father 

Haze Got Me Super High 

My Team Movin Pies 

My Team Move And Rise 

Clutchin On 45s 

Fuck With Us Its Suicide 

Cuz U Get Crucified 

Green Got Us Flyin G-Fulls 

Commercial Time We Use To Fly 

I Dare U To Try 

To Test The Evil Genius 

We Got A Crew And I 

We A Bunch Of Trigger Squeezers 

They Call Us Nigga Bleeders 

We Make Niggas Bleed 

We Cant Get At You 

Shit We Kidnap Your Seed 

And Thats A Hood Rule 

So Beef In My Streets 

With My Heat 

Aint No Tellin What I Could Do 

Who Write The Crook Rules 

This Is For The Mixtapes In The Streets 

Nigga Makin Shook Moves 



I Aint Gonna Tell You No Lie 

See Them Hood Rules Do Apply 

'F You Choose Not To Abide 

Guarantee Youll See A Grown Man Cry 

You Think You Met A Bad Man Walkin 

You Aint Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me 

U Think You Been Slidin 

Way More Grief Than The Nigga Bin Laden 

Cuz We On The Block All Day 

Some Crooks Some Movin That Ye 

Gotta Get That Pay 

Stick Up Kids Tryin To Stomp That Brake 

You Think Seen A Bad Man Walkin 

You Aint Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me 

Keep A Double Loose On Here 

You Dont Do That Dance 

Keep It Under That Sand 



I Got My Nose In The Hood Like Coke On The Table 

Go Against My Rule Get A Slug In Your Naval 

Even My Brother Can Get It True Like Can Enable 

Times Are Hard And The Rich Still Do 

So By Any Means Nigga Your Ass Is Expendable 

Hoes Aint A Friend To Me Theyre Just My Enemy 

I Only Got Love For Dollar Bills And Hennesse 

Most Niggas Aint Worthy Of A Slug Or Knife 

So I Pistol Whip Them Dudes The Blunt Trauma 

With The Chrome Laama 

I Learnt A Lot From The Mo' Dramas 

The Game Of Life Is More Like Blood-Sport 

Thats Why A Lotta Niggas Gon Died On The Court 

Rule 73 Keep Your Gun Oily Clean 

Just To Be The Last Man Standin At The Crime Scene 

Heart Beatin Crazy Cold Sweatin Cuz U Made It 

Now Make Ya Escape With The Toast And The Cake 



You Met A Bad Man Walkin 

You Aint Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me 

Its An Invasion 

Dont Give A Fuck Black Red Caucasian
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Language: English

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