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[Intro: (Method Man)]
"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Method
It's Meth, back on old shit
Pick my hos with the same I pick my nose with
These flows get hotter than most
Get the picture, I'm
Got nothing but for cockroaches
Bitch, I'm gone before you
Ducking these coppers trying to make they
Spot you the bricks and the baking sodas
Me and my soldier, we over, taking payola
From all these stations and record labels, the culture
them niggaz
"Walk on"

Yo, I blow ya minds like Kurt
My block is hot like Lil' Wayne; I'll pop ya chain
I'm ready; hip hop is not be the same
the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga
I scared, boy, yes sir
If I a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper
I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all I'm getting paid daily
Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me,
"Walk on"
Man]
Huh, now figure, I don't a --
And any caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger
Yeah, I tell the people I told RZA
Man, I got Meth and on the day I don't, I'll let you know, nigga
Nah, no carbon copies, they got me, but they can watch me
Jewels jingling, middle at paparazzi
Not too cocky, but still, ain't too niggaz can top me
So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up,
"Walk on"

Don't even blink, think fast, the right move
Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice
I play, homey, I got my stripes, too
I'mma sky high-a-trist, I in a flight suit, nigga
Recognize, like Sam or "back down"
You sick and tired of wack niggaz, act now
I you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House
Give you a whole clip, turn movie theater out, nigga
"Walk on"
[Method
And put ya feet up, I'm these dice, so put ya g's up
Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting re-ups
I milk double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker
Will win, and then "key" your car Alicia
Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee than Derek Jeter
Try'nna catch me a diva, I'mma catch amnesia
spill the Dom, but still a don
Still got love for my baby moms, we just get along, hold the fuck on
"Walk on"

Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don't it
If you got it since '92, nigga, beat it
Hop in the quarter-to-seven, two-seater
out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner
Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll
Get dough Reggie, me fall off, really?
You better ask who the best in ya hood
And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, "Walk on"