Walk On Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

"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 reintroduce -- 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 "Walk on" 

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