Walk On

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Walk on Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Method Man] 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'na 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 [Verse 2: Redman, with sample] 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 [Verse 3: Method Man] 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 [Verse 4: Redman, with sample] 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, homie, I got my stripes, too I'ma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga Recognize, like Sam Snead'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 [Verse 5: Method Man] And beat ya feet up, I'm sick with these dice, so put ya G's up Sit back and light a tree up, watch me 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'na catch me a diva, then I'ma 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 [Verse 6: Redman, with sample] 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 mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga Walk on