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Make a Move

Lloyd Banks

Rotten Apple

2006

Uh
G-Yeah
I'm back

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so

on a Friday
Complex, down behind my lip like a pirate ship
My rose, gold obsession
Gave the world a deep depression
You can tell by my expression that you

Feeling reeled beside this field
The corn looks gold enough to harvest
We think in spheres like mountaineers
About how the nights get colder here

BY BRICK, EVERYDAY IT RAIN

BIRDMAN, RUB MY HANDS FOR THE MONEY

PLAYED ME FOR A ROOKIE, NOW HIS LIFE IS TOOKEN

60 OVR, BUT I AINT NO ROOKIE

2K17, I

down the street a divorce garage sale that's got neighbors irate[01:42.20]Gosh but we know our fate[01:43.60]It's to be together and be

bare with me[00:45.60]Fame don't happen over night so please bare with me[00:49.12]used to be scared to take that next step let vent[00:52.01]One day

driven by the wishes of the weak and the poor
Inspiration from the dreams of those stuck on the floor
And cant get up, because their hearts are at war

of time

A woman's heart I've grown to know, Took me sixty years or so
One thing I learned long ago, Her love is always mine
Others have in days gone by

and sit over third base
Yeah, nigga like snow, it's hard to replace
I like my watches gold with a colored face
I can tell by your style if you got taste

chapter in this book created history today
And now it's 60 on yo head, I'm invincible
I been inspired by the craft, my grind had set my principles
I got

We was dreaming bout em Jordan's and em gold chains
Rocking our new kicks when we're on stage
Never trust a bitch up in her hoe phase
But we we're

Kobe dropping 60 every night
If you copy that I really mean I want you in my life and maybe even after that
Get a thing to match the colour of my records

where wheels keep spinning
Pilots on stand by to fly me
To any city or country
I can't let nothin' distract me
I can be clean or get nasty
I want those

I stole some cigs from my mother, I was seven years old
Smoked them with a friend, sneaking on a dark forest road
Tricked by my brother, wonderful

the story begin

Got buttons I dont got a zipper 
Get Japanese fabrics delivered 
This drink it been killing my liver
Got gold none of that silver

a ford mustang bitch I’m gone in 60
I’m beyond gifted while your ass is naughty listed
Muhammed Ali on the mic against Sunny Liston
My name is shouted from

the only time I would hold a Mac, or at the drive-thru Window
Wouldn't do drive-by grip, hold Pistol, I switch flows as if I'm a Schizo, grew up with flip

no bitch

They ain't let us in the door
Then fuck it, we break down the roof
I been getting to the bag
Sixty-five hunnid eighty-two
You can be

Paintings by Vincent Van Gogh
Then I'll visit St. Tropez
For 'bout sixty days
Money got tall six feet eight
Hmm
Yea
Lebron james
But you can't lean on me
Why

Hard to know was love is we were only 16
Some can never find it till the age of 60
Cuter than a story that was wrote by Disney

I know I messed up
When I

Woman of Dark Desires

Bathory

Under the Sign of the Black Mark

1987

of Dark Desires
Elizabeth Bathory

Now the hour is comed, the time is right for the feast to take its roll
And by the sunrise sixty bodies will be found

Cheap Beer

FIDLAR

FIDLAR

2013

and staying gold

I drink cheap beer
So what? Fuck you
I drink cheap beer
So what? Fuck you

As I was saying all that shit like that Vietnam shit
Beer's

Eddie Bow II

U.N.L.V.

Mac Melph Calio

1998

guard the bitch up
Bout to get your World crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd Ward

Marvin Gaye
By noventa seis I was living
In a city adjacent to a couple of places
Leave you black and blue if you be wearing red
Have you spilling red if