Lloyd Banks - Make a move | Текст песни

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[Lloyd Banks Intro]
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...

[Chorus:]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
'cause I ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know I got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Shorty got to shakin' and I'm waitin' to take her home
It's hot as hell in here and I'm bakin' up a Patrone
I know a couple different ways I can make 'um bone
And when I'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
Give me a hour I have her blowin' up my phone
Like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
Million dollar nigga I get it and show off
But Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
Holster, all over the shoulder
I'm the sickest thing spittin' in ny
Your plane ain't the same, it's different when I fly
Southside player play around and get shot
Twenty four hours steak out on your block
Don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop..

[Chorus:]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
'cause I ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know I got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Yeah..
From what I hear niggaz don't like me
It's funny, they wanna be jus' like me
You bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
The money, they made a nigga all icey
Four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
Vvs Bling my chain long as a swing
Boulevard king over known in Beijing
Fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
Sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
Murder is forever don't fuck around once
Bottle after bottle I down 'um till I'm drunk
If you ain't chipped in don't come around my blunt
Grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
First nigga act up gets a hot one
Bpv the bottom and top done
I get there, I gets it, I'm done, one..

[Chorus:]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
'cause I ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know I got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Yeah..
I don't know about you but I'm doin' it for the queue
Whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
Use your money don't let your money use you
I got a cruise view, you know the usual
My life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
You get outta pocket I play soccer with your head
And that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
Pussy killed more niggaz than a liquor store
I left somethin' on her when I seen her
And she was rubbin' it in, like Noxema
She will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
And she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
If you lookin' for a mack I fit the description
Chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
Back blockin' nigga I get it and I'm good
I'm hood, livin' life like you should..

[Chorus:]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
'cause I ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know I got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Outro:]
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I handle my biz... Kid...

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