Move Something Songtext
von M.O.P.

I told you mothafuckas
Now what the fuck is goin′ on?
Ho for this buck
Y'knahmean?
Fizzy Womack back up in this mothafucka (Firing Squad, nigga)
And I ain′t went nowhere, nigga
Fuckin' with the best (Aww shit)
Brownsville, nigga (Go 'head, nigga)
Saratoga, St. Mark Ave
I know the fuck I′m talkin′ 'bout
Go ′head, nigga, go 'head, go ′head, nigga


Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
You done started the war here, now it's on (Yeah)
What the fuck, nigga?
You thought you was gon′ slide, you go run amok, nigga
I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, nigga
I pluck herbs like birds
Then I brainwash 'em, watch fame squash ′em
Look what I brung to ya and what I′m gon' do ya
Slugs run through ya, hallelujah
Keep deep focused, the locest of war rats, pa
Fizzy Womack, set it off like them four broads
(Borrow lives) Don′t it, love? (Sorrow lives) Holdin' slugs
(Bruisin′ niggas) But it hurts to lose a nigga, it's bugged
Anaconda wanna take me under
For jealousy, goddamn, yo, it makes me wonder
But the path I follow been blessed
From my certificate of life to my certificate of death

You gotta do somethin′, move somethin'
Try to make that shit more live for ya dawgs
'Cause ain′t nobody gon′ rock that shit
If it ain't got that raw fire for ya dawgs


I bring this whole mothafuckin′ world to a standstill
William Danzini, duke, you know this man will
(Move on 'em) Yeah, take action
(Step to him) Yep, straight blastin′
Ghetto predator slash retarded mothafucka
Enables me to be one cold-hearted mothafucka
Start it, mothafucka, I'll leave no traces
Run up, I′ll blow yo' ass back seven paces
(Feel the pressure as we step in the place) Pump one in your face
Ain't nobody can see me, believe me
One of them guys that specialize in (Master illusion)
Vanishin′ in the wind after committin′ a sin, then
I'm layin′ low 'til a later date
As for your crew, I send ′em to you when I come through at the wake
(That's right) They promise to always roll with you
So, nigga, I′ma send they soul with you, the fuck outta here

You gotta do somethin', move somethin'
Try to make that shit more live for ya dawgs
′Cause ain′t nobody gon' rock that shit
If it ain′t got that raw fire for ya dawgs
You gotta do somethin', move somethin′
Try to make that shit more live for ya dawgs
'Cause ain′t nobody gon' rock that shit
If it ain't got that raw fire for ya dawgs

They call us street forecasters,.44 blasters
Survivors that dealt with disaster
Mastered the plans that twist ya, cash back, dismiss ya
Aroused by this two-thou militant militia
Listen, niggas tend to think you′re soft when you rap
And that′ll provoke fame to bust in the cap
You can't hide from death (Nah)
You′ll be found with your neck in a noose
Strapped for your life, hung from stress

Now if I step up in your chest (Give you cardiac arrest)
Convert you into a mess (You've been blessed)
I don′t waste time, I bust mine to splatter ya
First of all, you're small, you′re not even my caliber
(So get up in they ass) Niggas takin' lives
(Ayo, let's take it to they ass) Son, we gotta do this right
(The marksmen) From the marks, lettin′ ′em burn to bark
Hot slugs leave you so-called thugs layin' in chalk

You gotta do somethin′, move somethin'
Try to make that shit more live for ya dawgs
′Cause ain't nobody gon′ rock that shit
If it ain't got that raw fire for ya dawgs
You gotta do somethin', move somethin′
Try to make that shit more live for ya dawgs
′Cause ain't nobody gon′ rock that shit
If it ain't got that raw fire for ya dawgs

Haha, come on
Firing Squad, nigga
What you say?
What, what you say?
What, what, what you say?
What you say?
Goddamn in the morning, nigga
Come on, haha (Fire for ya dawgs)
Salute
See ya when I see ya