Freeway feat. Busta Rhymes & Jadakiss Walk Wit Me Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 This Can't Be Real
  • 2 It's Over
  • 3 Still Got Love
  • 4 Roc-A-Fella Billionaires
  • 5 When They Remember
  • 6 Take It to the Top
  • 7 Spit That Shit
  • 8 Reppin' the Streets
  • 9 Free at Last
  • 10 Baby Don't Do It
  • 11 Nuttin' on Me
  • 12 Walk Wit Me
  • 13 Lights Get Low
  • 14 I Cry
  • [Intro - Freeway - talking]
    Holla at ya fuckin boy
    I know it's been a minute my niggas
    But this the official return of Freeway
    And if you ain't walkin with me
    Then you must be against me
    And it's goin down, we ain't takin no prisoners
    That's right, that's right, okay!

    [Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes]
    HOLD ON!
    Now tell me who the fuck you thought it would be
    I'm in the booth with a quarter water, recordin with Free
    It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be
    Nice with the spit, pay attention you ain't more important than me!
    You need to get it right bitch, YOU AIN'T KNOWIN, see it's the God yo
    See most of you niggas is corny with your corn on the cob flow
    Wells Fargo bread, ship it like cargo
    I'm shit and got 'em sick while I'm whippin a Monte Carlo
    I let the sparks go, what you tryin to step on my Clarks for? (Clarks for)
    It's cold in this bitch, you better put on a scarf ho
    Stayin close to the money, duckin the Narcs
    So I can keep a whip in McLaren's, while I pull up and park slow
    When I get the itch, I go fuck a bitch down and park slow
    The God's dope and you can't defeat me, it's hard, I'm one of the last of Allah's hopes
    Chain big with an ugly pendant a nigga drippin heavy in a long rope
    They'll name you after my aimin at you through a long scope
    They need you like the reaper done came to greet you in a long coat
    You'll all choke
    While I'm spittin (givin you bars), swallow and digest it
    Like I was livin up in your mom's throat (mom's throat)
    Then I float
    Back and forth through the hood, lockin the city, so pity you and your squad bro
    If you ain't heard when I last said it - the God's dope
    These niggas think they can stand a chance when testing me, AW (NOPE!)

    [Hook - Freeway]
    (Walk with me)
    (You walk with me)
    (You walk with me)

    You should walk with me
    It's Freeway, and I'm rebellin, you should walk with me
    I got the whole world walkin with me, stompin with me
    Yeah, they Million Man Marchin with me, every city
    Walk (walk), haters y'all need to walk (walk)
    Cause I'll leave you chalked (chalked), if you fuck (fuck) with me
    I got the whole world walkin with me, stompin with me
    Yeah, they Million Man Marchin with me, every city

    [Verse 2 - Freeway]
    Uh, take a walk with the dyin skills that define art
    Move with lethal straight from my mind's thoughts, I define smart
    Nigga try me, I leave 'em dearly departed
    Civilians or artists, arsenals' awesome, I leave your man chalked
    I am Noah, I will kick you from the damn Ark
    Feed you to the fishes like spare parts, don't you dare start
    Boa constrictor flow, constrictin your air lines
    Like you out of space with no oxygen, tell your man HALT!
    I am royalty, play with me, get your man sparked
    Throw him in the oven like ham hots, 'til the man rot
    Or it's off with his head, off with his dreadlocks
    My mom cooked yayo and boil eggs in the same pot
    So I'm still reppin but excellent at the same time
    Tell 'em stay away from open fire, the flame's hot!
    The gate's hot, but they vacate when the gates pop
    Niggas dropped my man, bust blank shots at the same time
    No discussion, I will bust with the same nine
    Niggas say they bust when it's game time, but they will not
    They still wish on the wishin well, but my will's hot
    Niggas prayin I flop, I still wish 'em well
    Roc-A-Fella's the team, your team's not sellin
    Y'all sellin the streets dreams, the dreams in a pot
    Me and Busta's keep it clean, we not tellin a thing
    If a nigga tell on me, I'm lettin off shots


    [Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
    AH! yeah, uh huh, AH!
    Nice work, gun work, you should see son work
    Dead serious or fun work, either one hurt
    Yellow gold, white gold, platinum, yappin 'em
    If he even think about movin, put a cap in 'em
    Real shit, fake shit, hate shit, snake shit
    Knowin something don't belong to you and you take shit
    Head shots, you and you, graveyard funeral
    And I ain't comin home 'til June 2022
    Real humble, mad smart, got heart, had heart
    Another nigga raisin my seeds now, the sad part
    Good guy, bad guy, mom's cry, dad cry
    All I got is stories to tell, how I was mad fly
    Jack Mack, Tuna fish, all I could do is wish
    And wait for this bullshit appeal, but it's foolishness
    And the jailhouse lawyers talk with me
    It's cool, but I need somebody to walk with me

    (Walk with me)
    (You walk with me)
    (You walk with me)
    (Me, me, baby girl)

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