Make a Move - DMX

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr...

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[Chorus: ]

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh
I gots to take a block and make it 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 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 hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down

[Chorus: Repeat 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
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: Repeat 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: Repeat 2X]