Prodigy – Walk Out (ft. DJ Premier) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Prodigy of Mobb Deep posthumously premieres the music video for the “Walk Out” track featuring and produced by DJ Premier.

Prodigy Walk Out

With his first posthumous album, The Hegelian Dialectic: The Book Of Heroine, due out this year, his estate unveiled a brand new song off of the project, “Walk Out” ft. DJ Premier. P reflects on the hustle and grind, as well as how it affects relationships in the song while Preemo provides scratches.

Prodigy – Walk Out (ft. DJ Premier) (prod. DJ Premier)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Scratches by DJ Premier & Prodigy]
“Tight with my loot ‘cause hoes like to run game”
“Take a walk”
“Tight with my loot ‘cause hoes like to run game”
“Take a walk”
Uh huh
Hold up baby
You know I got to take care of this real quick, yeah
What up [?] the bag
Uh huh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
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, secure the bag
Another one and another one, you could ask Khaled
How the young OG’s spin, my burn like the power line
I made 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, rain, sleet, hail, or snow
I’m out, outside where it’s icy cold
But the money keep a nigga on fire though
Ay

[Hook]
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 is sex, drugs, money, and the spotlight
Get some

[Verse 2]
It’s a war going on, nigga, come outside
You on 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 the 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 on 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 a year, this why I need to be out
Every now and again, but not too much
I got to keep my mystique mysterious
Serious

[Hook]
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 is sex, drugs, money, and the spotlight
Get some

[Outro: Scratches by DJ Premier]
“Tight with my loot ‘cause hoes like to run game”
“Take a walk”, “No doubt indeed”
“Tight with my loot ‘cause hoes like to run game”
“Take a walk”