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  • 5 Star Classic

    6 75.00%
  • 4 Star Banger

    2 25.00%
  • 3 Star Decent

    0 0%
  • 2 Star Boring

    0 0%
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Thread: Walk Wit Me - Track Review

  1. #1

    Default Walk Wit Me - Track Review

    Walk Wit Me

    Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...part II - bonus track
    2009

    Raekwon

    Scram Jones



    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Yo, boo, calm down, man
    Chill 'fore you break your nose, man
    What up, what up, king
    *yo what's going on?
    Yo, oh, who the fuck is this?
    Yo, walk this bitch outta here, man
    Her hands is all white and shit, looking all crazy*
    Fingerprints all over the refrigerator
    Yo, girl, chill chill, come on, man
    Just give me papi number, man, for real, man, you playing

    (Raekwon)

    I'm on the crisp blue yacht, with my hand on the twat
    With a Commodore CD, a bottle of stock
    On a green rug, GG's on it, a mean snub
    Bad little Asian, named Asia, my love
    Had connects, plus fame favorite flick, Black Rain
    Pinky finger rocked up, giving me brain
    Like Griselda's little flame, ran with her for forty months
    Came home, her estate was insane
    Vuitton toilet paper, Polo walls, Jimmy Choo
    Pots and pans, this broad had a horse
    Cash it in, yo, Masta, live with me, take it all
    You can have whatever, five hundred leathers
    Bruno Mag' sweaters, Gucci rain boots
    Brook Brothers, New Eras, Jew killers
    New line sponsored by fellas, catch 'em in the hall balling
    I thought about it, whatever

    [Chorus]

    (Raekwon)

    *Walk with me*
    Relax and get your facts right
    *Walk with me*
    You know we only getting cash in the fast life
    *Walk with me*
    Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
    *Walk with me*
    We die, we die together, this the last night

    (Raekwon)

    CNN watchin', ESPN friend
    Coat shopping, loch Ness, smothered up, god damn
    Boo living it good, Aspen, the color of wood
    On the outside, vibe is good
    Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life
    Run with my rifle, live in the woods
    Grow a rugged beard, and chill, poppa real
    Poppa eat, poppa a rolling stone, for real
    This the deal, chill, this how we live in the Hill
    Kill a nigga for me, kill or be killed
    Share that money and still, when it's time to reveal
    You never met me, but respect me, you will
    Dinosaur wheels we peel, skated with the fly seals
    She broke out, died in Brazil
    Met her younger cousin Nil', you looking for birds, right?
    Yeah, my cousin said you real, you gotta

    [Chorus]

    (Raekwon)

    Oh shit, gold slagger in the gold dagger in a gold Acura
    A gold Phantom pulled up, yo, go backwards
    They had a package on 'em, hold half a bit, it's half rough
    But still, I got me forty traffickers
    Riding through Manhattan tough, got my mavericks up
    We on, rolling thirty deep in the gadget trucks
    Spending magic bucks, fuck around, get an Aston truck
    Fly around, fucking actress sluts
    We been clashing with the masses, what
    Put the gases up, flame 'em out his lab, splash him up
    That's how we get it on, that's what's up
    Don't ever wrastle us, you might get shackled in your castle, what
    Play with the boys, that's the stuff
    I'm talking bout, niggas they die, faster than a pastor fuck
    Seeing 'em mourn me, flash a buck
    Pull a bulb out, like Con Ed, keep it on a massive hush

    [Chorus]

    (Raekwon)

    Come on, man, word up, let 'em talk
    Put this bag out, and after that, take it to heed
    Man, I see you in a minute, chill
    You got to lay on the other side of the fucking wall for you
    Word up, this the nigga face, man, I only got four million, man
    Straight up, last thing I heard, the niggas grandmother was in Argentina
    I want her too, for real, for real, we ain't playing no games, man
    The nigga like to shop and floor shine
    He stay on 44th, catch the nigga by Delancey, too
    For real, I got his baby pictures and everything
    Word up, his cousin, his cousin is a security guard at Barnes/Nobles
    For real, his little nephew, his little nephew work in the muthafuckin' fish store
    Up in, 138th and Harlem, man..
    This all the money for today, man..
    A lot of paper came in today, a lot of Franklins
    Bring the other bag, son, yeah, hold it, huh
    Toaster head nigga, get the fuck off of me
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 02-14-2010 at 03:18 PM.

  2. #2
    DRUNKENARTS
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    one of the top 3 tracks on the album,im not the biggest chef fan but i like everything bout this track,4stars

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