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Make A Move

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr...Mmm...[Chorus: ]I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on let's get that money!It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street

Til I knock off this rock, I don't get to eat

Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle

Step on toes strong arm and show a lil' muscle

Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated

I hate it, seein' crab niggaz that made it

And I'm robbin' cats just as broke as myself

Livin' foul and ain't lookin' out for my health, where's the wealth?Not in New York, cause niggaz talk about goin' out of state

Money got an eighth, comin' back, hot with a lot of weight

Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too

So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crewNiggaz that ain't never had, and doin' bad

Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin' sad

Grab your bags, it's about to go down

We goin' to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down[Chorus: Repeat 2X]I gots to make a move and make it soon

Gots to take a block and make it boom

We comin' through so make some room

Found somethin' that could be somethin' if I pump it up

This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up

The purple top thirty-five smalls a ring of games?

But I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L'sI send two niggaz back up top, and come back

We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop

It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'

Killin' the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin'Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler

Cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six

Then I don't trust ya

And we'll bust ya over somethin' petty like a few dollars

Put somethin' hot up in that ass and watch you holla

You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow

And fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo'[Chorus: Repeat 2X]I spend my money on niggaz cause niggaz get me rich

And a bitch ain't doin' shit but suckin' my dick

Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong

Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin' the cash longShit is good, because niggaz gettin' what they been wantin'

And we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin'

Stick up kids huntin', but I ain't got no love for em

I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for emThem motherfuckin' knockers come at us and chop us

And I know they, really tryin' to stop us and want to drop us

So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house

It's holdin' em strong, it's a stash houseI got runners that work for twelve hour shifts

And when them niggaz keep they count correct, I don't riff

But I ain't tryin' to hear that nigga took your pack shit

Ain't tryin' to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitchI ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run

If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun

Got bitches to transport without an escort

I'm makin' moves from D.C. up to WestportLocal police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us

It be them ATF niggaz that have you under pressure

Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down (why nigga?)

Cause I'm a hustlin' motherfucker, and I'm holdin' my block down[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

Songwriters

SIMMONS, EARL/FIELDS, ANTHONYPublished by

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