| It’s Meth, back on that old shit
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| Pick my ho’s with the same finger I pick my nose with
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| These flows get, hotter than most chicks, get the picture
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| I’m focused, got nothing but cock for cock-roaches, bitch, I’m gone before you
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| noticed
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| Ducking these coppers, try’nna make the coldest
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| Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas
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| Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola
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| From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture, tell 'em niggas
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| «Walk on»
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| Yo, I blow ya minds, like Kurt Cobain
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| My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I’ll pop ya little chain
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| I’m ready, hip hop is not gon' be the same
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| Like the Roc and Dame, I’ll dot the little change
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| Nigga, I ain’t scared, boy, yes sir
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| If I wasn’t a beast, you niggas wouldn’t whisper
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| I’m like, y’all can fuck y’all self, I’m getting paid daily
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| Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can’t tell me, nigga «Walk on»
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| Huh, now go say that I don’t quiver, and any chick
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| Caught with dirt under her nail’s a gold digger
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| Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA
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| Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don’t, I’ll let you know, nigga
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| Nah, no carbon copies, they ain’t got me, but they can watch me
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| Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi
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| Not too cocky, but still, ain’t too many niggas can top me
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| So bounce you foes and pull ya shoes up, nigga «Walk on»
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| Don’t even blink, think fast, make the right move
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| Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube
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| I don’t play, homey, I got my stripes, too
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| I’mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga
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| Recognize, like Sam Sneed’ll «back down»
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| You sick and tired of wack niggas, then act now
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| I show you how it’s done, nigga, Gilla House
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| Give you a whole clip, turn your ruby glitter out, nigga «Walk on»
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| And beat ya feet up, I’m sick with these dice, so put ya g’s up
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| Then back a lighter tree, about to get the energy up
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| I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker
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| Will win, and then «key» your car like Alicia
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| Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter
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| Try’nna catch me a diva, then I’mma catch and meet ya
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| Might spill a thong, but still a don, still got
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| Love, for my baby moms, we just don’t get along, hold the fuck on «Walk on»
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| Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don’t need it
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| If you ain’t got it since '92, nigga, beat it
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| Hop in the 4 of ya 7, black two-seater
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| Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner
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| Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady
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| Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?
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| You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood
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| And when you mimick me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga «Walk on» |