Lyrics:
a lethal weapon, and start steppin' on toes
I, waste no time, when I move mine
Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was code nine
[Chorus]
promotion now you're audi
And that's the type of moves that make an artist act rowdy
Emcees fallin victim to financial, seduction
Then watchin creative
Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner
Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me)
I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller
grade, catch a homi
Anybody have a problem with it
Let them try me
Nobody make a fuckin' move unless
It's sanctioned by me
(I'm the fucking boss out here)
Ba-Badman riddim)
Jump, jump
Inside the place, place
Come with it
Show me whose slick with the moves
Tell all the girls to come out and play
Foreign
Or you could shake the spot
Cuz now your face is hot
All that goin outta town
Tryin to set up shop
And you ain't win up nothin buster
Better check yo
clean like the Jeru song
Yo! MTV raps, Rakim in the back
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewin' Chubb Rock
Pac in the cut with his boots and Juice
Ok
Now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, “Hi, haters!”
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop, ain't nobody start at the top
Before Preme learned
would end up like would end up after the show
By the way you smoke without a day
Got caught up on the highway
The cops tried to take me away
They
ya move
You're caught inside a homicidal groove
Where only the idle loose
By violating one of life's most vital rules
Thou shalt not
But hell is a foul
sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo.
You'll play the bitch and I'll play the pimp.
Then I'll be pimping your ass to make money real fast.
Cause
?balany a lot? before them quarters drop
Three niggas to one block
Ace, Boom, Self tried to chase wound
Face doom, make moves playin the tune
Of music them
INTRO [Choclair]
Uhh, yeah
Now look in the mirror
Tell me what you see
Bomb diggy dogg baby
We be rubbin' tonight (yo)
We be lovin' tonight (right)
[biz markie]
But bust this though everybody
Yo, we havin a party, a lord's party
A party for the lords, the lords with the party thing
All
to the center fo' da quick lay
Slay, anybody come in my lane
Gets blown out the frame by the Flipster and lames, look
Who is this gettin' swift with this
the car
And pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir"
I'm bout to do this right, like make the move
Until I'm uptight, outta sight, and in the groove
Your molecules are now in motion
Hypnotic effect
So check the way you move
on your complexes
Inferiority complex
I got you carrying glocks
track
Talkin about you was an MC was not the move
Cause if you said you had skill, well then you had to show and prove
And if there ever was a party, son
would run into the likes of you
The dance floor is so ti-tight
Somewhat like the way my hands move on your thighs tonight
Oh you wanna turn that thing
Attacked world-wide
My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back?
No question, like, like, the Roots
Without their drummer
You step up in a relay, son
would run into the likes of you
The dance floor is so ti-tight
Somewhat like the way my hands move on your thighs tonight
Oh you wanna turn that thing
tracks, yo
I stay off in the country but stay city with that so
Stay keeping y'all guessin', stay in higher demand
Stay true to who I'm rapping, steady
moves
my music causing some havoc
this shit is pick me up so wat in the fuck did you expect god dammit?
as long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets
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