Method Man, Redman - Walk On lyrics

[Method Man, Redman - Walk On lyrics]

It's Meth, back on that old shit
Pick my ho's 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 cock-roaches, bitch
I'm gone before you noticed
Ducking these coppers
Try'nna make the coldest
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, they killing culture
Tell 'em niggas "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 niggas 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 go say that I don't quiver
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 niggas can top me
So bounce you foes 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'll "back down"
You sick and tired of wack niggas
Then act now
I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House
Give you a whole clip, turn
Your ruby glitter out, nigga "Walk on"

And beat ya feet up, I'm
Sick with these dice, so put ya g's up
Then back a lighter tree
About to get the energy up
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 and meet ya
Might spill a thong, 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 reintroduce - nah
I don't need it
If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it
Hop in the 4 of ya 7, 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 mimick me
Muthafucka, do it good, nigga "Walk on"

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