Walk Out

[Intro: Scratches by DJ Premier, (Prodigy)] (Uh, huh...) [Havoc] “Tight with my loot ‘cause hoes like to run game” (Hold up, baby) [Big Daddy Kane] “Take a walk” (You know I got to take care of this real quick, yeah...) [Havoc] “Tight with my loot ‘cause hoes like to run game” [Big Daddy Kane] “Take a walk” (What up, son! Secure the bag, uh huh) [Big Daddy Kane] “Take a walk” (Yeah...) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Been in the house for three days high on drugs Me and my bitch, all we do is fight and we fuck I been neglecting my first love, a lot of cash She been cheating on me out there with all these other cats And the first rule of business, securе the bag Another one and anothеr one, you could ask Khaled How the young OG’s spend, my burn like the power line I make that currency flow This three hundred fifty-seven thousand volts will shock the life out you I get back to this money, forget all about you The only thing popping over here is gun powder Other than that, I’m laid back admiring my life I got a tight network of great people We get things done (done...), rain, sleet, hail, or snow I’m out, outside where it’s icy cold But the money keep a nigga on fire though (fire though...), aye [Chorus: Prodigy] It’s four seasons, it’s no day off 3-6-5, I’m stuck to the grind I can’t shake all this good fortune Addiction to sex, drugs, money, and the spotlight Get some [Verse 2: Prodigy] It’s a war going on, nigga, come outside You in that bitch too long, nigga, come outside That’s how you turn soft, you’s a fucking tick Stop breastfeeding, you’re missing all the action We just booked a mark for 70,000 TVs and MacBooks falling off trucks The lil’ homies pulled up, their trunk full of guns Try to sell me an arsen-, I just need a lil one Hit the club with the homies, we’re just shooting the shit Chicks try to dance on me, but I curve all of them I got a thing for a queen, but you’re not a queen I got a lioness in my bed, she’s waiting on me Bumped into the RZA, we exchanged math, this what I’m talking ‘bout I ain’t seen him in years, this why I need to be out Every now and again, but not too much I got to keep my mystique mysterious Serious [Chorus: Prodigy] It’s four seasons, it’s no day off 3-6-5, I’m stuck to the grind I can’t shake all this good fortune Addiction to sex, drugs, money, and the spotlight Get some [Outro: Scratches by DJ Premier] [Havoc] “Tight with my loot ‘cause hoes like to run game” [Big Daddy Kane] “Take a walk” [Prodigy] “No doubt indeed” [Havoc] “Tight with my loot ‘cause hoes like to run game” [Big Daddy Kane] “Take a walk”