Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make A Move, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 20.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make A Move |
| Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. |
| Mm. |
| Chorus: DMX |
| I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh |
| I gots to take a block and make it boom |
| I take the car and hit it with this boom |
| Now come on, let’s get that money! |
| It’s two o’clock and I’m just about to hit the street |
| Til I knock off this rock I don’t get to eat |
| Sometimes that’s like that’s the only reason why I hustle |
| Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle |
| Ain’t no real dough, that’s why a nigga feel so frustrated |
| I hate it, seein crab niggas that made it |
| And I’m robbin cats just as broke as myself |
| Livin foul and ain’t lookin out for my health, where’s the wealth? |
| It ain’t in New York, cause niggas talk about goin out of state |
| Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight |
| Where’s my plate nigga? |
| I’m hungry too |
| So I’mma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew |
| Niggas that ain’t never had, and doin bad |
| Will be glad to get up off that stoop lookin' sad |
| Grab your bags, it’s about to go down |
| We goin to this hicktown, let’s get the lowdown, on how they get down |
| I gots to make a move and make it soon |
| Gots to take a block and make it boom |
| We comin through so make some room |
| Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up |
| This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up |
| The purple top thirty-five smalls is ringin' bells |
| But I’mma crush him with the black 40 double-L's |
| I send two niggas back up top, and come back |
| We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop |
| It’s four in the mornin, we on the block creepin |
| Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin |
| Look here, I’m what they call a true hustler |
| Cause, nigga, if I ain’t know you since I was like six |
| Then I don’t trust ya |
| And we’ll bust ya over somethin petty like two dollars |
| Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla («Ahhhhh!») |
| You think I’m here for the ho flow? |
| I want the dough flow |
| And fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo' |
| I spend my money on niggas cause niggas get me rich |
| And a bitch ain’t doin shit but suckin my dick |
| Niggas is family now, and we stand strong |
| Thirty niggas over six blocks, makin the cash long |
| Shit is good, because niggas gettin what they been wantin |
| And we see the same shit, other New York niggas frontin |
| Stick up kids huntin, but I ain’t got no love for em |
| I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em |
| Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us |
| And I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us |
| So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house |
| It’s holdin em strong, it’s a stash house |
| I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts |
| And when them niggas keep they count correct, I don’t riff |
| But I ain’t tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit |
| Ain’t tryin to hear jack shit, you fucking black bitch |
| I ain’t a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run |
| If I don’t make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun |
| Got bitches to transport without an escort |
| I’m makin moves from D.C. up to Westport |
| Local police ain’t a problem cause they don’t even stress us |
| It be them ATF niggas that have you under pressure |
| Just so you know, ain’t gon' never put my Glock down (why nigga?) |
| Cause I’m a hustlin motherfucker, and I’m holdin my block down |