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”