to believe it's true, I'm listening close Won't you make your move? Yeah Make your move now Won't you make your move? Go ahead and make your move now
?ve got time Won?t you make a move before I change my mind And I want to believe it?s true I?m listening close Won?t you make your move now I know that
I?ve got time Won?t you make a move before I change my mind And I want to believe it?s true I?m listening close Won?t you make your move now I know that
hood (all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From my set to your set (my set to your set) It be
bucket and keep it on the downlow Chorus Third Verse [Manny]: Never out her, money and the powder Nigga move the shit from Uptown to Crowder Who got the sprinkle to make
caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards Cop a hundred grand you moving forwards Im trying to move more birds, and PA all day on the corner of third
you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby
pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater YOU CAN Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your
to end the day, I'll put the pen away But what you sayin, (well, the sky's clear, my bike's here It's a beautiful day and your inside here That's quite
: [Chorus:] Why's this always happen, ay yo, looking in the future still feeling smothered Rappers always acting, day after day, one time after another
what I'm talking about (I make hit records this is what I do) (I'm of the)hood (This the remix) And if you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put
will make your crew run run Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move
blond's and no actors Pick your character, know one to represent your life We're stompin anybody so make the choice right (Let's get it on now) Select and make your
seal on a dollar bill Conspiracy theories that got Kennedy killed Or the secret governments, Blood and Crip Worldwide, look at the future through your third
black, you livin your life, though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun, makin records to see your response
keep my hand on the work I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt My aim one since day one stop How many shots will it take to make son drop? [Chorus
where your logic is How I be choppin is to get you something to chew And take my messages and let em lodge in your piper wear We block hustlin, spot rushin
