Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk Wit Me , by - Freeway. Release date: 18.07.2005
Song language: English
Walk Wit Me |
| Holla at ya fuckin boy |
| I know it’s been a minute my niggas |
| But this the official return of Freeway |
| Early! |
| And if you ain’t walkin with me |
| Then you must be against me |
| And it’s goin down, we ain’t takin no prisoners |
| That’s right, that’s right, okay! |
| HOLD ON! |
| Now tell me who the fuck you thought it would be |
| I’m in the booth with a quarter water, recordin with Free |
| It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be |
| Nice with the spit, pay attention you ain’t more important than me! |
| You need to get it right bitch, YOU AIN’T KNOWIN, see it’s the God yo |
| See most of you niggas is corny with your corn on the cob flow |
| Wells Fargo bread, ship it like cargo |
| I’m shit and got 'em sick while I’m whippin a Monte Carlo |
| I let the sparks go, what you tryin to step on my Clarks for? |
| (Clarks for) |
| It’s cold in this bitch, you better put on a scarf ho |
| Stayin close to the money, duckin the Narcs |
| So I can keep a whip in McLaren’s, while I pull up and park slow |
| When I get the itch, I go fuck a bitch down and park slow |
| The God’s dope and you can’t defeat me, it’s hard, I’m one of the last of |
| Allah’s hopes |
| Chain big with an ugly pendant a nigga drippin heavy in a long rope |
| They’ll name you after my aimin at you through a long scope |
| They need you like the reaper done came to greet you in a long coat |
| You’ll all choke |
| While I’m spittin (givin you bars), swallow and digest it |
| Like I was livin up in your mom’s throat (mom's throat) |
| Then I float |
| Back and forth through the hood, lockin the city, so pity you and your squad bro |
| If you ain’t heard when I last said it — the God’s dope |
| These niggas think they can stand a chance when testing me, AW (NOPE!) |
| (Walk with me) |
| (You walk with me) |
| (You walk with me) |
| You should walk with me |
| It’s Freeway, and I’m rebellin, you should walk with me |
| I got the whole world walkin with me, stompin with me |
| Yeah, they Million Man Marchin with me, every city |
| Walk (walk), haters y’all need to walk (walk) |
| Cause I’ll leave you chalked (chalked), if you fuck (fuck) with me |
| I got the whole world walkin with me, stompin with me |
| Yeah, they Million Man Marchin with me, every city |
| Uh, take a walk with the dyin skills that define art |
| Move with lethal straight from my mind’s thoughts, I define smart |
| Nigga try me, I leave 'em dearly departed |
| Civilians or artists, arsenals' awesome, I leave your man chalked |
| I am Noah, I will kick you from the damn Ark |
| Feed you to the fishes like spare parts, don’t you dare start |
| Boa constrictor flow, constrictin your air lines |
| Like you out of space with no oxygen, tell your man HALT! |
| I am royalty, play with me, get your man sparked |
| Throw him in the oven like ham hots, 'til the man rot |
| Or it’s off with his head, off with his dreadlocks |
| My mom cooked yayo and boil eggs in the same pot |
| So I’m still reppin but excellent at the same time |
| Tell 'em stay away from open fire, the flame’s hot! |
| The gate’s hot, but they vacate when the gates pop |
| Niggas dropped my man, bust blank shots at the same time |
| No discussion, I will bust with the same nine |
| Niggas say they bust when it’s game time, but they will not |
| They still wish on the wishin well, but my will’s hot |
| Niggas prayin I flop, I still wish 'em well |
| Roc-A-Fella's the team, your team’s not sellin |
| Y’all sellin the streets dreams, the dreams in a pot |
| Me and Busta’s keep it clean, we not tellin a thing |
| If a nigga tell on me, I’m lettin off shots |
| AH! |
| yeah, uh huh, AH! |
| Nice work, gun work, you should see son work |
| Dead serious or fun work, either one hurt |
| Yellow gold, white gold, platinum, yappin 'em |
| If he even think about movin, put a cap in 'em |
| Real shit, fake shit, hate shit, snake shit |
| Knowin something don’t belong to you and you take shit |
| Head shots, you and you, graveyard funeral |
| And I ain’t comin home 'til June 2022 |
| Real humble, mad smart, got heart, had heart |
| Another nigga raisin my seeds now, the sad part |
| Good guy, bad guy, mom’s cry, dad cry |
| All I got is stories to tell, how I was mad fly |
| Jack Mack, Tuna fish, all I could do is wish |
| And wait for this bullshit appeal, but it’s foolishness |
| And the jailhouse lawyers talk with me |
| It’s cool, but I need somebody to walk with me |
| (Walk with me) |
| (You walk with me) |
| (You walk with me) |
| (Me, me, baby girl) |