Songtexte:
Matt Cannon

uncertain. Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks, Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain, False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin, Only a matter

s AK-47's Yellin mo murda with the beam got lots of felons Bloody bodies smellin Caught up in a 180 ah got grenades and cannons involved When I'm

hoya Watch Niggas in the streets Cause they will come for ya [Ciara] [Chorus] Don't ya wanna move does this make you groove? Is the feelin good to you It matters

it for the love, we do it for the money For the cash, for the women, the birds We do it for the foundation, for the people No matter how we do it, we

re having trouble walking so i guess we better drive. Don't even have to worry if we'll make it home alive. With twenty-seven tons of fine carbon steel, it doesn't matter

Call me the Moses of rap, taking it back to tha days when this artifact Wasn?t bout the woman and gats I?m sick of this rap, matter a fact How many more

a half-way out my nappy head But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray Anywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stay Just believe me when

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I tell em I should fear no man so where my enemy at I'm moving that phantom with cannons see the courage

Bein'-a half-way out my nappy head But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray Anywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stay Just believe me