text: Now walk it out
  Westside walk it out
  Southside walk it out
  Eastside walk it out
  Northside walk it out
  Big Oomp Records, we back at it again baby
  DJ Montay on the track, this the remix, Jim Jones
  Andre three stacks, Daddy Fatsacks, this your boy Unk
  Remix
  Walk it out like an usher
  If you say real talk, I probably wont trust ya
  If you want to go to war, the guns my pleasure
  Even Jesus had twelve disciples on the lever, trigger, whatever
  Pyong, you dont want nan day of three thou
  Im like jury duty, youre new to this part of town
  Your white tee, well to me, look like a nightgown
  Make your Momma proud, take that thing two sizes down
  Then youll look like the man that you are or what you could be
  I can give a damn bout your car, but then I would be
  If it was considered a classic before the drastic change
  In production when cars were metal instead of plastic
  Value, is what Im talkin bout, take two of these and walk it out
  Youll be the reason they chalk it out, you cant be the king of the parking lot
  Forever, not saying Im the best but til they find something better
  I am here, no fear, write me a letter, til then
  I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out
  I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out
  I Westside walk it ow-out, I Westside walk it ow-out
  I Westside walk it ow-out, then Eastside walk it ow-out
  I walked it out the bank, with a lot of zeros
  Thats what my teachers called me, predictions like they Cleo
  So I do my dance for em, then make bout forty thousand
  I do that in a month, Im on resorts and islands
  I make them walk it out, yeah, its me again
  But Im with Jones, Daddy Fatsacks and Benjamin
  I roll with made men, that break the stage in
  And keep the girls happy, so yall can get the nappy
  Gangsters they do they dance, they do it to my song
  See I was up in Cali, Crip-walkin it all night long
  Drop twenty on my neck, got ten on my wrist
  A billion dollar look, a million dollar kiss
  Im nationwide homey, you still at home homey
  With no promotions on me, man thats bologna, homey
  The album off in stores, Im Beatn Down Yo Block
  Now gwan and walk it out, they still on my jock
  Jones its DipSet Byrd Gang
  Now come holla at me, you know how we get it out here
  Eastside walk it out, Bronx walk it out
  Queens walk it out, you know Brooklyn walk it out
  Now Harlem walk it out, Harlem walk it out
  Harlem walk it out, Harlem walk shit out, balling
  Now we dont walk it out, we drop-top Porsche it out
  I hopped out floss it out, I bring my Air Forces out
  Im blowing purple smoke, I cough it out, ball it up then ball it out
  Tap the bottle, pour it out, balling
  Now do the fade-away, and throw some paper-way
  And we can skate away, tell the office Ill be late today
  Ho I can thug it out, or starstud it out
  I take a trip with my bitch and Louis luggage out
  Im talking Magic City, or even Body Tap
  You know that money aint a thing we throwing thousand stacks
  Ho yeah we toss it out, you know Im talking bout
  When capn status in da house you know New York is out
  I walk it out like that last shot of gnac at the club
  Cause the package store was closed and Im attached to my buzz
  Been slamming Cadillac doors, you know what it was cause
  Stay jamming everything platinum check the status cause
  Boy I side, brimming with diamonds but that dont mean shit
  Designing fly-rhyme patterns since I was seventeen kid
  On Southernplayalistic intro listen close to Peaches
  She said nothing but king shit all day, and they be bi-tches
  Its like Im at the dentist cause everybody got crowns
  Ill change to ace of spades, cutthroats, and wont bow down
  Not a king queen or jack fade this, come clean son
  Swing from my sack like my babies
  Acting like you crazy, Daddy Fat dont like that misbehaving
  A-Towns up and deuces down, and something else that be created
  Tell Oomp, get the doomp, clear the booth its now official
  Dropping bombs like a North Korean nuclear missile