Move On

Nigga I am the streets
Not just the south but I'm the streeets
I'm your neibourgh hood nigga

They holla stop buck red light
But green mean go
If people see me on top and they see me broke
Fuck a billie we treat em
Like buwriks and work items
Blunt cuts on the floor but nigga
I ain't worried bout it
Niggas paying 32 with outa problem
My plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em
(keep it moving) that ain't snich scale who
You folling see when
You weigh mine gotta watch what you duin
Tied up to times
Get back to my grind this whole blook
Hit mine you can't make one dime
The who by, I'm up like I snorted two lines
Two nines in a park pepping
Out the window blinds
Watting on the paper, watting on the haters
Befor they kick my door I
Peal em like patatoes
Bite down bitch I got 20 diffrent flavours
Ask them what happend to those
That didn't pay us

I got a couple ounches left
And I'm a move on (move on)
Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long
I got a few pounds left and I'm a move on
(move on)
The goverment get to us so who boom
Middel finger out the window I'm a
Make it out the gutter
Everytime you see me I'm
Going hard muthafucker
Like yeah Keep it moving lil
Homie Keep it moving on
Yeah Keep it moving lil mama
Keep it moving on

Fuckin niggas wanna compet
They wanna be king pins
They want it for cheap they had
Me back on see in (not me agian)
But no no me don't sell no dope no more the
Dope sell it's self me just
Ride around in blowdro (fo sho)
With your hoe
She put her head down then I go slow I go
(Oh Oh) then I drop her of at you door
Back to the money like they
Stole sumthing from me
A carck full of goones with
There nose all runny a full moon
(Ohhh) , it's got me graulling
Can't go in the house untill
A made a couple thousand
Follow me I take you right
Were the dollars be
You can't talk about your
Hustel niggas gotta see
Some niggas got paper but they not a gee
Alphabet bois get em in their coopa ple
Everybood ain't real shawty obviusly
Yeah what eva that you get
You ain't got from me

Bitch it got em murder
Hada hada hat so he served em
Draged em in an ally and they burned em
Nobody herd em
But some body smelled the fumes
I keep telling these kids this
Is not a cartoon
Caught him in a school zone dirty, he onli
15, we won't see him till he 30
A whole birdy damn, yeah act like you herd
Me you migh couporate
Still ain't getting out early
Niggas love these hoes, can't
Be away from them
Soon they put em in a room
Dats when they say sumthing (hey let me out)
Next thing you knwo they coming
(five oh) don't let em find no
Weed, no yay or nuthing
Tell the judge fuck ya'll I
Was way in london
With my doctor bitch she making plenty
Money, dicki shorts, house shoes on
Drop top playing old school
Songs bitch move on

Outlaw nigga
Shiet they took from us for 400 years
I'm about to get every god damn
Thing these muthafuckas ow me
Fuck all ya'll bitch as nigga, fuck
The Police, fuck the President
Fuck yor mama, fuck your dady
Fuck all you hatting as niggas
Matter fact fuck you buck

Young Buck

Move On

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