Lyrics Walk On - Album Version (Edited) - Method Man , Redman
"Walk
on"
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
It's
Meth,
back
on
that
old
shit
Pick
my
hos
with
the
same
finger
I
pick
my
nose
with
These
flows
get
hotter
than
most
chicks
Get
the
picture,
I'm
focused
Got
nothing
but
cock
for
cockroaches
Bitch,
I'm
gone
before
you
notice
Ducking
these
coppers
trying
to
make
they
quotas
Spot
you
with
the
bricks
and
the
baking
sodas
Me
and
my
soldier,
we
taking
over,
taking
payola
From
all
these
stations
and
record
labels,
raping
the
culture
Tell
them
niggaz
"Walk
on"
Yo,
I
blow
ya
minds
like
Kurt
Cobain
My
block
is
hot
like
Lil'
Wayne;
I'll
pop
ya
little
chain
I'm
ready;
hip
hop
is
not
gon'
be
the
same
Like
the
Roc
and
Dame,
I'll
dot
the
little
change,
nigga
I
ain't
scared,
boy,
yes
sir
If
I
wasn't
a
beast,
you
niggaz
wouldn't
whisper
I'm
like,
y'all
can
fuck
y'all
self;
I'm
getting
paid
daily
Plus
keepin'
it
real,
keep
you
broke,
can't
tell
me,
nigga
"Walk
on"
Huh,
now
figure,
I
don't
give
a
--
And
any
chick
caught
with
dirt
under
her
nail's
a
gold
digger
Yeah,
I
tell
the
people
like
I
told
RZA
Man,
I
got
Meth
and
on
the
day
that
I
don't,
I'll
let
you
know,
nigga
Nah,
no
carbon
copies,
they
ain't
got
me,
but
they
can
watch
me
Jewels
jingling,
middle
finger
at
paparazzi
Not
too
cocky,
but
still,
ain't
too
many
niggaz
can
top
me
So
bounce
you
fucks
and
pull
ya
shoes
up,
nigga
"Walk
on"
Don't
even
blink,
think
fast,
make
the
right
move
Got
a
gun
on
ya,
like
Pinky
had
on
Ice
Cube
I
don't
play,
homey,
I
got
my
stripes,
too
I'mma
sky
high-a-trist,
I
smoke
in
a
flight
suit,
nigga
Recognize,
like
Sam
Sneed
or
"back
down"
You
sick
and
tired
of
wack
niggaz,
then
act
now
I
show
you
how
it's
done,
nigga,
Gilla
House
Give
you
a
whole
clip,
turn
your
movie
theater
out,
nigga
"Walk
on"
And
put
ya
feet
up,
I'm
shaking
these
dice,
so
put
ya
g's
up
Sit
back
and
light
a
tree
up
while
niggaz
betting
they
re-ups
I
milk
like
double
D
cup,
plus,
I
air
it
out
just
like
a
sneaker
Will
win,
and
then
"key"
your
car
like
Alicia
Yup,
my
Meth
is
off
the
meter,
more
Yankee
caps
than
Derek
Jeter
Try'nna
catch
me
a
diva,
then
I'mma
catch
amnesia
Might
spill
the
Dom,
but
still
a
don
Still
got
love
for
my
baby
moms,
we
just
don't
get
along,
hold
the
fuck
on
"Walk
on"
Allow
me
to
reduce
--
nah,
I
don't
need
it
If
you
ain't
got
it
since
'92,
nigga,
beat
it
Hop
in
the
quarter-to-seven,
black
two-seater
Pull
out
a
hammer,
big
as
a
vacuum
cleaner
Nigga,
I
roll
heavy,
bitch,
I
roll
steady
Get
that
dough
Reggie,
me
fall
off,
really?
You
better
ask
who
the
best
rapper
in
ya
hood
And
when
you
mimic
me,
muthafucka,
do
it
good,
nigga
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