Method Man - Walk On lyrics

rate me

"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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 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 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 niggaz 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 niggaz, 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"