Lyrics Move Mean - E-40, J-Diggs

Move Mean

Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean
BIATCH!
He was from Richmond, one of the sickest places in the Bay
Nah, he was from Oakland, Frisco, Berkeley round that way
Over there by Telegraph?
Nah, over there by Ashby
Why did they find his body in Fairfield?
Don’t ask me
A neighborhood MVP, programmed to go
But everybody in the Bay Area knew he had it comin', though
His mama was a ho, daddy on blow
Never been to church so he never had a soul
But it’s just an example of how that shit go
Modesto and Sacramento
Stockton and Tracy, Pinole, Pittsburg, Antioch and Vallejo
Northern Califoolya, West Coast to the death
They call me 40 Water, hold water on my chest
From the Hillside to Crest, they say my city’s a mess
One minute a baby’s born, next minute he laid to rest
Law enforcement under-staffed, we put the police to the test
A nigga die with two thumpers on him first time he wore a vest
That’s why (BIATCH!)
Move mean, move mean
Move mean (You like how I’m movin', huh?)
Move mean (Tryna see what I’m doin', huh?)
BIATCH!
I’m out here, right where the knocks at
Got the 40 Glock, cocked in my jock strap
Tinted windows round here, better park that
I don’t play, I put one in ya hard hat
I’m too slick, Diggs quick to move
When I get in a nigga’s ass, I got shit to do
Player-slash-coach, I call the shots
And just like a roach, I know all the spots
I’m all in the attic and under the house
I’ll wake ya ass up with a gun in ya mouth
I switch cabs, cars and buses
Might work a neck brace or borrow some crutches
I come through limpin', hoppin' and bustin'
Can’t find who I’m lookin' for, I’m poppin' his cousin
Shit gettin' funky, I’m the talk of the town
Hits anything movin' and knockin' it down
Move mean, move mean
Move mean (Fillmore Rich)
Move mean (What up, 40? Yeah)
BIATCH!
Fillmore Rich what up 40 yeah
Bang bang, motherfucker, this is what it is
Reputation alone carry about a hundred years
Feds say we selling dope, these niggas tellin' jokes
I’m a star, niggas watch me through a telescope
Rap shit is easy, shoot it like a free throw
Opportunity knocking, I’m watchin' through the peephole
Product of the projects, powder in the Pyrex
I was only nine, introduced to the process
Money being made, that’s why they hate me
In the lab cooking, looking like a bakery
Fat nigga clean, lookin' like a million
Good with my words, give a bitch the right feelin'
Fillmore legend, speak to 'em like a reverend
Tryna see a mill before a nigga go to heaven
3 Story is the gang, Street Cred the machine
I’m a Frisco boss, a young dude move mean
Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean
BIATCH!
Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean
BIATCH!