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I'll pop ya little chain\n[00:33.13] I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the same\n[00:37.14] Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga\n[00:40.77] I ain't scared, boy, yes sir\n[00:43.15] If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper\n[00:46.19] I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily\n[00:49.68] Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga\n[00:52.93] \"Walk on\"\n[00:54.86] Huh, now figure, I don't give a --\n[00:57.20] And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger\n[01:00.67] Yeah, I tell the people like I told RZA\n[01:03.38] Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga\n[01:06.81] Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me\n[01:10.88] Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi\n[01:13.20] Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me\n[01:16.95] So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up, nigga\n[01:19.84] \"Walk on\"\n[01:21.05] Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move\n[01:23.67] Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube\n[01:26.47] I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too\n[01:29.54] I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga\n[01:32.77] Recognize, like Sam Sneed or \"back down\"\n[01:36.17] You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now\n[01:39.18] I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House\n[01:41.93] Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga\n[01:44.93] \"Walk on\"\n[01:47.18] And put ya feet up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up\n[01:50.06] Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups\n[01:53.22] I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker\n[01:56.47] Will win, and then \"key\" your car like Alicia\n[01:59.32] Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter\n[02:02.86] Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch amnesia\n[02:05.30] Might spill the Dom, but still a don\n[02:07.97] Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on\n[02:11.63] \"Walk on\"\n[02:13.16] Allow me to reduce -- nah, I don't need it\n[02:16.06] If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it\n[02:19.41] Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black two-seater\n[02:22.30] Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner\n[02:24.93] Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady\n[02:28.32] Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?\n[02:31.37] You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood\n[02:34.22] And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga \"Walk on\"\n[02:39.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Walk On\n  artist: Method Man/Redman\n  album: 4:21... 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I'll pop ya little chain\n[00:33.13] I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the same\n[00:37.14] Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga\n[00:40.77] I ain't scared, boy, yes sir\n[00:43.15] If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper\n[00:46.19] I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily\n[00:49.68] Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga\n[00:52.93] \"Walk on\"\n[00:54.86] Huh, now figure, I don't give a --\n[00:57.20] And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger\n[01:00.67] Yeah, I tell the people like I told RZA\n[01:03.38] Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga\n[01:06.81] Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me\n[01:10.88] Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi\n[01:13.20] Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me\n[01:16.95] So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up, nigga\n[01:19.84] \"Walk on\"\n[01:21.05] Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move\n[01:23.67] Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube\n[01:26.47] I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too\n[01:29.54] I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga\n[01:32.77] Recognize, like Sam Sneed or \"back down\"\n[01:36.17] You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now\n[01:39.18] I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House\n[01:41.93] Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga\n[01:44.93] \"Walk on\"\n[01:47.18] And put ya feet up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up\n[01:50.06] Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups\n[01:53.22] I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker\n[01:56.47] Will win, and then \"key\" your car like Alicia\n[01:59.32] Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter\n[02:02.86] Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch amnesia\n[02:05.30] Might spill the Dom, but still a don\n[02:07.97] Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on\n[02:11.63] \"Walk on\"\n[02:13.16] Allow me to reduce -- nah, I don't need it\n[02:16.06] If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it\n[02:19.41] Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black two-seater\n[02:22.30] Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner\n[02:24.93] Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady\n[02:28.32] Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?\n[02:31.37] You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood\n[02:34.22] And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga \"Walk on\"\n[02:39.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Walk On (Feat. 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I'll pop ya little chain\n[00:33.13] I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the same\n[00:37.14] Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga\n[00:40.77] I ain't scared, boy, yes sir\n[00:43.15] If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper\n[00:46.19] I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily\n[00:49.68] Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga\n[00:52.93] \"Walk on\"\n[00:54.86] Huh, now figure, I don't give a --\n[00:57.20] And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger\n[01:00.67] Yeah, I tell the people like I told RZA\n[01:03.38] Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga\n[01:06.81] Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me\n[01:10.88] Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi\n[01:13.20] Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me\n[01:16.95] So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up, nigga\n[01:19.84] \"Walk on\"\n[01:21.05] Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move\n[01:23.67] Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube\n[01:26.47] I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too\n[01:29.54] I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga\n[01:32.77] Recognize, like Sam Sneed or \"back down\"\n[01:36.17] You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now\n[01:39.18] I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House\n[01:41.93] Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga\n[01:44.93] \"Walk on\"\n[01:47.18] And put ya feet up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up\n[01:50.06] Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups\n[01:53.22] I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker\n[01:56.47] Will win, and then \"key\" your car like Alicia\n[01:59.32] Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter\n[02:02.86] Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch amnesia\n[02:05.30] Might spill the Dom, but still a don\n[02:07.97] Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on\n[02:11.63] \"Walk on\"\n[02:13.16] Allow me to reduce -- nah, I don't need it\n[02:16.06] If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it\n[02:19.41] Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black two-seater\n[02:22.30] Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner\n[02:24.93] Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady\n[02:28.32] Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?\n[02:31.37] You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood\n[02:34.22] And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga \"Walk on\"\n[02:39.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Walk On\n  artist: Method Man feat. 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The Day After","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nMeth, back on that old shit\nPick my hoes with the same finger I pick my nose with\nThese flows get, hotter than most chicks\nGet the picture or focus, got nothin but cock but cockroaches\nBitch, I'm gone before you notice\nDuckin these poppers tryin to make they quotas\nSquatchin with the bricks and the bakin sodas\nMe and my soldier, we takin over, takin payola\nFrom all these stations and record labels, rapin the culture\nTell them niggas\n\n(Walk on)\n\nYo, I blow your mind like Kurt Cobain\nMy block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I'll pop your little chain\nI'm ready, hip-hop is not gon' be the same\nLike the rock in Dame, I adopt a little change\nNigga, I ain't scared, boy, yes sir\nIf I wasn't a beast you niggas wouldn't whisper\nI'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self, I'm gettin paid daily\nCause keepin it real, keep you broke, can't tell me\nNigga, walk on\n\n(Walk on)\n\nHuh, now go figure I don't give a\nAnd any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger\nYeah, I tell the people like I told RZA\nMan I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know nigga\nNah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me\nBut they can watch me, jewels jinglin, middle fingerin paparazzi\nNot too cocky but still, ain't too many niggas can top me\nSo bounce you fucks and pull your shoes up, nigga\n\n(Walk on)\n\nDon't even blink, think fast, make the right move\nGot a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube\nI don't play, homey I got my stripes too\nI'm a sky high interest, I smoke in a flight suit\nNigga, recognize like Sam Sneed or back down\nYou sick and tired of wack niggas then act now\nI show you how it's done, nigga Gilla House\nGive you a whole clique, turn your movie theater out\nNigga, walk on\n\n(Walk on)\n\nAnd beat your feet up\nI'm shakin these dykes so put your G's up\nSit back and light a tree up while niggas bettin they re-up\nI'm milk like double D cup, plus\nI air it out just like a sneaker\nWith women that keep you caught like Alicia, yup\nMy Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter\nTryin to catch me a thiever, then I'mma catch amnesia\nMight spill a Don but still a Don\nStill got, love for my baby moms, we just don't get along\nHold the fuck on\n\n(Walk on)\n\nOh, allow me to reintroduce, nah I don't need it\nIf you ain't got it since '92, nigga beat it\nHop in the quarter to seven, black two-seater\nPull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner\nNigga I roll heavy, bitch I roll steady\nGet that dough reggie, me fall off, really\nYou better ask who the best rapper in your hood\nAnd when you mimic me, muh'fucker do it good\nNigga, walk on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Walk On\n  artist: Method Man ft. 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I'll pop ya little chain\n[00:33.13] I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the same\n[00:37.14] Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga\n[00:40.77] I ain't scared, boy, yes sir\n[00:43.15] If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper\n[00:46.19] I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily\n[00:49.68] Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga\n[00:52.93] \"Walk on\"\n[00:54.86] Huh, now figure, I don't give a --\n[00:57.20] And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger\n[01:00.67] Yeah, I tell the people like I told RZA\n[01:03.38] Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga\n[01:06.81] Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me\n[01:10.88] Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi\n[01:13.20] Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me\n[01:16.95] So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up, nigga\n[01:19.84] \"Walk on\"\n[01:21.05] Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move\n[01:23.67] Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube\n[01:26.47] I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too\n[01:29.54] I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga\n[01:32.77] Recognize, like Sam Sneed or \"back down\"\n[01:36.17] You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now\n[01:39.18] I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House\n[01:41.93] Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga\n[01:44.93] \"Walk on\"\n[01:47.18] And put ya feet up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up\n[01:50.06] Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups\n[01:53.22] I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker\n[01:56.47] Will win, and then \"key\" your car like Alicia\n[01:59.32] Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter\n[02:02.86] Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch amnesia\n[02:05.30] Might spill the Dom, but still a don\n[02:07.97] Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on\n[02:11.63] \"Walk on\"\n[02:13.16] Allow me to reduce -- nah, I don't need it\n[02:16.06] If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it\n[02:19.41] Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black two-seater\n[02:22.30] Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner\n[02:24.93] Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady\n[02:28.32] Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?\n[02:31.37] You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood\n[02:34.22] And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga \"Walk on\"\n[02:39.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 14. 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I'll pop ya little chain\n[00:33.13] I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the same\n[00:37.14] Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga\n[00:40.77] I ain't scared, boy, yes sir\n[00:43.15] If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper\n[00:46.19] I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily\n[00:49.68] Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga\n[00:52.93] \"Walk on\"\n[00:54.86] Huh, now figure, I don't give a --\n[00:57.20] And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger\n[01:00.67] Yeah, I tell the people like I told RZA\n[01:03.38] Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga\n[01:06.81] Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me\n[01:10.88] Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi\n[01:13.20] Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me\n[01:16.95] So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up, nigga\n[01:19.84] \"Walk on\"\n[01:21.05] Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move\n[01:23.67] Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube\n[01:26.47] I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too\n[01:29.54] I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga\n[01:32.77] Recognize, like Sam Sneed or \"back down\"\n[01:36.17] You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now\n[01:39.18] I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House\n[01:41.93] Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga\n[01:44.93] \"Walk on\"\n[01:47.18] And put ya feet up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up\n[01:50.06] Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups\n[01:53.22] I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker\n[01:56.47] Will win, and then \"key\" your car like Alicia\n[01:59.32] Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter\n[02:02.86] Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch amnesia\n[02:05.30] Might spill the Dom, but still a don\n[02:07.97] Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on\n[02:11.63] \"Walk on\"\n[02:13.16] Allow me to reduce -- nah, I don't need it\n[02:16.06] If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it\n[02:19.41] Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black two-seater\n[02:22.30] Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner\n[02:24.93] Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady\n[02:28.32] Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?\n[02:31.37] You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood\n[02:34.22] And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga \"Walk on\"\n[02:39.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 14. 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I'll pop ya little chain\n[00:33.13] I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the same\n[00:37.14] Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga\n[00:40.77] I ain't scared, boy, yes sir\n[00:43.15] If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper\n[00:46.19] I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily\n[00:49.68] Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga\n[00:52.93] \"Walk on\"\n[00:54.86] Huh, now figure, I don't give a --\n[00:57.20] And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger\n[01:00.67] Yeah, I tell the people like I told RZA\n[01:03.38] Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga\n[01:06.81] Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me\n[01:10.88] Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi\n[01:13.20] Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me\n[01:16.95] So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up, nigga\n[01:19.84] \"Walk on\"\n[01:21.05] Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move\n[01:23.67] Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube\n[01:26.47] I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too\n[01:29.54] I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga\n[01:32.77] Recognize, like Sam Sneed or \"back down\"\n[01:36.17] You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now\n[01:39.18] I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House\n[01:41.93] Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga\n[01:44.93] \"Walk on\"\n[01:47.18] And put ya feet up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up\n[01:50.06] Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups\n[01:53.22] I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker\n[01:56.47] Will win, and then \"key\" your car like Alicia\n[01:59.32] Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter\n[02:02.86] Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch amnesia\n[02:05.30] Might spill the Dom, but still a don\n[02:07.97] Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on\n[02:11.63] \"Walk on\"\n[02:13.16] Allow me to reduce -- nah, I don't need it\n[02:16.06] If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it\n[02:19.41] Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black two-seater\n[02:22.30] Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner\n[02:24.93] Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady\n[02:28.32] Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?\n[02:31.37] You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood\n[02:34.22] And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga \"Walk on\"\n[02:39.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8A - 110.7 - Walk On (Featuring Redman)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 4:21... 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