Make A Move (Album Version)

Make A Move (Album Version)





Chorus: DMX

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!


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 strongarm 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 hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down

Chorus 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'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'

Chorus 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 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 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 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 motherfucker, and I'm holdin my block down

Chorus 2X

Written by Simmons, Earl / Fields, Anthony
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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