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Big G, Little T….
Fresh out the joint
Locked and loaded….
What’s up?
Fresh out the cell block, ‘bout to rock yours
Yo, you feel it? You hear it?
Know what time it is, Little T?
What time is it Big G?
Yo, it’s time to move.

Move dat ass, move dat ass
Get on the floor, get on the floor
Move dat ass, move dat ass
Get on the floor, get on the floor

Sexy as hell as I come through the door
Twelve gauge shotgun, get on the floor!!
Jump on the counter let off a round,
You wet yourself as you hit the ground.
Take command with my outside voice,
We robbin this bitch she ain’t got no choice.
Don’t hit the alarm, don’t beg for yo momma,
Give up that bag, there won’t be no drama.

Move dat ass, move dat ass
Get on the floor, get on the floor
Move dat ass, move dat ass
Get on the floor, get on the floor

Grab up the bag man, open the vault,
Cold cock his ass in a violent assault.
I fill up my pockets with diamonds and pearls,
Bring ‘em back home for my harem of girls.
Check my watch, see it’s time to bounce,
I bid you adieu as we start to roll out.
What the what??? Is that sirens I hear?
Cops coming up, but I ain’t got no fear
‘Cause I’m a bank-robbin’ soldier, out on parole, y’all.
Blood spillin’ out as my doggie rolls ya.
Armed to the T, nice in the sheets
Makin’ ya bleed as the gauntlet meets.

Hit the streets with my shotgun blastin’,
Light up the cops with my rod, I’ll be asking:
Car screeches up, Fat Mike inside,
The air filled with crud, his brain cells fried.
Pour in the back as he jams on the gas,
Mountin’ the curb, 5-0 on our ass.
I take out the big guns, throw it on the floor,
Bringin’ Fallujah straight to yo door.
Into the clear, escape from New York,
Hittin’ the parties, pop-pop that cork.

Move dat ass, move dat ass
Get on the floor, get on the floor
Move dat ass.


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