[Mnmsta] 2000 mothafucking three Foesum back up in this bitch again Hittin' corners on that ass With the lights out You wanna roll? Then take a walk in my shoes Check this shit out [Mnmsta] When you ready, let's roll I got something to show you The things we see, in the life we go through Be prepared, keep ya mouth shut and eyes wide open Cause anything can happen at any given moment From the gate, we headed to the store for drank Ready for anything, you can snap if you blink So I'm peepin' my surroundings Got homies on the one doin' dirt around county Take the 40 out the bag Time to get our stroll on Take it to the head, watch ya back or get rolled on, fool Cause out here bullets got no names on 'em Hop in the Lac with them chrome Dana Danes on it We hit corners, bluffin' when me mash out Homies on breathe stumblin' till they pass out All you see is gangstas, drop low riders and perms Homies hustlin and slangin welcome to my world [chorus: Mnmsta] Take a walk up in my shoes (my shoes) No tellin' what you come across in my view (my view) Oh man any time that we slide through (slide through) Ready to ride cause I like to invite you Then come and take a walk up in my shoes (my shoes) No tellin' what you come across in my view (my view) Oh man any time that we slide through (slide through) Ready to ride cause I like to invite you [Mnmsta] It won't take long to find youself caught in the mix And it can happen so fast the thought will make you twist Wether it's drama or police involved Handle my bidness then leave some walls I fit every discription in the book Best believe me homie, take a good look I keep tricks up the sleaves and honor amongst thieves And welcome out the cut till the popo leaves Truck knowin' from the get go Hangin' on by threat and won't let go Cause out here in these streets There ain't no room for snitches Anyone that dodges bullets is an example of the quickness Hold your heat cause you might need it It's got to Tennessee and John Forth, you better believe it And the streets is full of graffiti, gangs and no rules But that's what I deal with So take a walk in my shoes [chorus: Mnmsta] [Mnmsta] In these streets we got access to everything Police trying to crack down on every gang Waste getting moved in and out the hood Weapons transported and stolen goods It's like belling through a bio full of land mines Homie, you can run, but you can't hide Cause all you hear is sirens and gun shots Street blocked off but noone's caught And plot sticky anytime to go poetic Ghetto bird above us makes it more dramatic So we gotta keep it moving like a youha Anybody in the way watch them fools fall I'm constantly losing those close to me But still got my die hards to bounce with me Remember, it's Mster, puffin' and pass takin names On top of all things I'm in the rap game [chorus: Mnmsta] [T-Dubb] What's up That's my boy Mnmsta So don't try to walk in his shoes You know how we do it on the west coast We wear khaki suits, stacey biscuits, chuck taylors Rags hangin' out the back pocket And oh by the way, if you think this song is banging Wait till you hear the rest of the album Eastside LBC Cause those who run up Best believe they get slumped and dumped Hangin' out on the corner shootin dice all night And hittin' them switches on them Cadillacs And hollarin' at them hoodrats We makin' transactions