Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Oh no! The fight
got some hot shit Sick of you cats screaming out block shit I done sold numerous drugs and drew the block sick Look at me now, pull up in the drop six Bitch
got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started
on a bitch back like Pippen Three she can keep for herself and distribute 36 O's and a ki, you do the addition Before Mitchell and Ness did it I was moving
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross] I'm not a star,
a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK47 is my fucking address I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a
shit? You need to leave that alone) So I'm sayin, is it true what she said? Did you jump right out from between her legs and start fryin eggs? [Busta
', turn it up See the money ain't a thang My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do
'Cause even the bitches carry guns High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run Niggas get vicious with my click 'Cause even the bitches
awake? How many wait? It's too late, it's over now Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable Having a little trouble a day
of money, yeah For the love of the wasteland Claire For the love that brought me here Dropping piece to the double glock Ready when the trouble knocks
Divorce my broad but nigga keep my bitch Bury my mail in my momma backyard Steady poppin' chyme to correctional guards They fucks wit my crew 'cuz they claim that we be trouble
and duck Shot back other bitches would've folded up Now that's my kind of bitch, I know I'm the judge But I love that bitch and I'm coming with her Creme
in the panelling Jersey drop son watch me whip it like midget Diggin' in that whole plate and piss on your picnic (Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start
to your four do' Explorer Yo Lu-Nile, crack their composure (We decompose your crowd) We layin' down tighter than plaques When I blast I wild like them two bitches