M.o.p. - Move Something Lyrics
Aaaaaaaah... I told you mother*****ers. Now what the ***** is going on? You done started a war here now it's on here." Lil Fame speaks: All for this bowl. (Uh) You know what I mean. Bizzy Womack back up in this mother*****er. (Firing Squad nigga.) No I ain't went nowhere nigga. *****ing with the best. (Oh yeah to the death.) Stare into the same ?marked ass? (Firing Squad nigga.) I know what the ***** I'm talking about. (Go 'head, nigga, go ahead, go 'head nigga) Verse one: Lil Fame Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare You done started a war here, now its on (YEAH) What the *****, NIGGA? You thought you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em Watch Fame squash em Look what I brought to ya And when I'm gone do ya Slugs run through ya, HALLELUJAH Keep deep focus, the locust of war raps Hard Fizzy Womack Set it off like them for Bronx (Borrow lives!) Roll this thug (Sorrow lives!) Hold his slug Bruisin niggaz, but it hurts to lose a nigga (Its bug!) Anaconda, wanna take me under For jealousy, Goddamn yo it makes me wonder But the path I follow been blessed From my certificate of like, to my. certificate of death Chorus Billy Danze: You gotta, do something, move something Try to make that shit more (Live for your dogs!) Lil Fame: Cause ain't nobody gonna rock that shit If it ain't got that raw (Vibe for your dogs!) Verse two: Billy Danze I bring this whole mother*****ing world to a standstill William Danz-ini don't you know this man will? (Move on em!) D-yea take action (Step to em!) Straight blasting Ghetto predator slash retarded mother*****er Enables me to be one cold-hearted mother*****er Start it mother*****er (Come on) I leave no traces (Come on) Run up, I blow your ass back seven paces (Feel the pressure as we step in the place.) Pump one in your face (Blow) Ain't nobody gonna see me, believe me One of them guys that specialize in (master illusions) Vanishing in the wind After commiting a sin Then, I'm laying low till another day As for your crew, I send them to you when I come through at the wake (That's right!) Them promise to always roll with you So nigga I'ma send they soul with you Get the ***** outta here! Chorus *Fame and Danze switch stanzas* *2X* Verse 3 Lil Fame: Straight for casters For full blasters Survivers that dealt with disaster Master the plans that twist YA *****s back, dismiss ya Aroused by this too-down militant militia Listen, niggaz tend to think your soft when you rap And that will provoke Fame to busting a cap You can't hide from death (Nah!) You'll be found with your neck in a noose stripped for you life, hung form ?scratch? Billy Danze: Now if I step up in your chest (Give you cardiac arrest!) Convert you into a mess (You been blessed!) (Damn!) I don't waste time I bust mine To splatter ya First of all, your small, your not even my calibre (So get up in they ass!) Niggaz, taking blasts (Aiyo lets take it to they ass!) Son, we gotta do this right (The Marksmen) From the Marx' Lettin to ?Burner? Park, hot slugs Leave you so called thugs laying in junk (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) Chorus *2X* Spoken: Ha ha! Come on. Firing Squad, nigga. What'd ya say? What, what, what'd ya say? What, what, what ya say? What ya say? Goddamn in the mourning, nigga. Come on, ha ha! (Vibe for your dogs) Salute! (See you when I see you) *beat fades out
