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Albums:

Walk Idiot Walk [Enhanced] (The Hives) · Son of Walk That Walk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk How We Walk (Big Inf) · Powerful Stuff/Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk Don't Run/Walk, Don't Run, Vol. 2 (The Ventures) · Walk That Walk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Powerful Stuff/Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk the Walk...Talk the Talk (HeadCat) · Walk It Off [Japan Bonus Track] (Tapes 'n Tapes) – and 90 other albums »


on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch blue and green diamonds I
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I?ll be his
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
to me
I'll be waitin' on you, dawg at the office, peace

Now I'm thinkin' hard as I walk to my house
The fuck have I done now, what could he be talkin'
on the phone, come talk to me
I'll be waitin' on you, dawg at the office, peace

Now I'm thinkin' hard as I walk to my house
The fuck have I done now, what
before I'd ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by f***in' lightning twice at once 
And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son

And walk
the earth
Wicked niggaz come try to burglarize the turf
Scattin' off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, deteroiate, rapidly
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse 
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts 
Yeah, ha hah! 
On the wheels
Ever since first man has walked this earth I have been here
To whisper seeds of doubt and evil thoughts into his ear
I am the beast, the outcast
know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I 
   [DMX]
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
featuring J Treds 



[announcer] 

Mr. Len  a.k.a. Space Ghost  please commence intro 

Company Flow  perform  J Treds  prepare 

El P
eighty-nine, the same way 
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply 
To simplify shit, no man can go against me 
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p

I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
Cereal, cereal killer

[Verse Three: Redman]
Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley,
After p-p-p strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound
from a buckwild child
But in the meanwhile

I can tear that ass off be like an Al B. song
I maul fifty MC's, divided just by one
Now who's
of the country bungies off bridges
Without no snap back
And bitches they say they need that
To shake they fannies in the ass clubs
They go the other route