| Uh…
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| I’m back…
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| I’m a G-Unit nigga that means i don’t play by the rules
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| But i can make you move
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| About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
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| Now that’ll make um move
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| Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
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| I lashed out too fast to take my time
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| I got to get in position to make her mine
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| Cuz i ain’t leavin’the club without my dimeee
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| You know i got my nineee
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| Think twice before you cross that lineee
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| Nigga you must have lost your minddd
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| Thinkin’you can get off my shinesss
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| Shorty got to shakin’and i’m waitin’to take her home
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| it’s hot as hell in here and i’m bakin’up a Patrone
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| i know a couple different ways i can make 'um bone
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| and when i’m done with her, she’ll wanna take a nigga to Rome
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| give me a hour i have her blowin’up my phone
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| like a stem to a stone she won’t leave me alone
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| million dollar nigga i get it and show off
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| but Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i’ll fold ya New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
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| holster, all over the shoulder
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| i’m the sickest thing spittin’in NY
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| your plane ain’t the same, it’s different when i fly
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| Southside player play around and get shot
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| twenty four hours steak out on your block
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| don’t get your views confused with Hip-Hop
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| 'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop.
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| I’m a G-Unit nigga that means i don’t play by the rules
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| But i can make you move
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| About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
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| Now that’ll make um move
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| Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
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| I lashed out too fast to take my time
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| I got to get in position to make her mine
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| Cuz i ain’t leavin’the club without my dimeee
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| You know i got my nineee
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| Think twice before you cross that lineee
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| Nigga you must have lost your minddd
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| Thinkin’you can get off my shinesss
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| Yeah.
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| 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
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| the money, they made a nigga all icey
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| four finger ring that boy doin’his thing
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| VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
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| boulevard king over known in Beijing
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| fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
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| sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
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| murder is forever don’t fuck around once
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| bottle after bottle i down 'um till i’m drunk
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| if you ain’t chipped in don’t come around my blunt
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| grimey and gritty New York City’s top gun
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| first nigga act up gets a hot one
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| BPV the bottom and top done
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| i get there, i gets it, i’m done, one.
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| I’m a G-Unit nigga that means i don’t play by the rules
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| But i can make you move
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| About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
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| Now that’ll make um move
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| Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
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| I lashed out too fast to take my time
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| I got to get in position to make her mine
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| Cuz i ain’t leavin’the club without my dimeee
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| You know i got my nineee
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| Think twice before you cross that lineee
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| Nigga you must have lost your minddd
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| Thinkin’you can get off my shinesss
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| Yeah.
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| I don’t know about you but i’m doin’it for the queue
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| whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
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| use your money don’t let your money use you
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| i got a cruise view, you know the usual
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| my life’s beautful, my pockets full of bread
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| you get outta pocket i play soccer with your head
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| and that girl ain’t your girl know the difference boy
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| nigga i done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
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| i left somethin’on her when i seen her
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| and she was rubbin’it in, like Nakazeena
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| she will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
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| and she’s pretty convincin', a video vixen
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| if you lookin’for a mack i fit the description
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| chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
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| back blockin’nigga i get it and i’m good
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| i’m hood, livin’life like you should.
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| I’m a G-Unit nigga that means i don’t play by the rules
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| But i can make you move
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| About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
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| Now that’ll make um move
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| Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
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| I lashed out too fast to take my time
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| I got to get in position to make her mine
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| Cuz i ain’t leavin’the club without my dimeee
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| You know i got my nineee
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| Think twice before you cross that lineee
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| Nigga you must have lost your minddd
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| Thinkin’you can get off my shinesss
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| Grew up in the Y… New York that is…
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| Y-Y-Ya know the name…
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| I handle my biz… kid… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make A Move , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп