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| Lyrics Submitted by: CoNo MenG |
| Chorus: |
| I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh |
| I gots to take a block and make it boom {*BOOM*} |
| I take the car and hit it with this boom |
| Now come on, let's get that money! |
| Verse 1 |
| It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street |
| Till 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 crew |
| Niggaz 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 hick town, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down |
| Repeat Chorus |
| 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's |
| I 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 ("Ahhhhh!") |
| You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow |
| and fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo' |
| Repeat Chorus |
| 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 long |
| Shit 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 em |
| Them mother fuckin knockers come at us and chop us |
| and I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna 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 house |
| I 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 bitch |
| I 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 Westport |
| Local 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 mother fucker, and I'm holdin my block down |
| Repeat Chorus (end song) |
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