| aha aha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Keep it movin’come on and keep it movin'
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| Verse 1:
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| Tint that shine, full us to the teeth
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| ask yourself can you ball like me it’s nothin that an amature can try to see
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| even hoes with the most step carefully around me I bribe by the rules you know
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| disturb my groove and you gots to lay low
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| Geronimo have it in the cut hawked up fucked up steering the gas from both sides
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| I stay high Puffy pie in the soar
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| spearing the dough, accordly we run it,
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| how it go? |
| Can’t nobody hold me down
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| like my nigga Puff say, cut so sharp, you
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| think we sensay (sh)?, Ima break it down audio display
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| with some help from the Bad Boys mic on the play
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| frontin’on my crew nigga crime don’t pay
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| we’re back in ya face kickin’dirt all day
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| Virgin niggas can’t rhyme, don’t try
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| it’s a fact, you’ve been hitted by the Master-I
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| Emcees wanna gun me, take my life from me It’s funny but still ain’t nothin’move but the money
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| It’s on…
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| Is time to hard? |
| Time to rough? |
| Feelin’like you had
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| enough, we can make it, gotta try
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| make a change, live your life
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| Verse 2:
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| Struggle it is, i’m goin’to back fully on with the tracks fully plats 88 zillion
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| niggas carry on while I’ll place in funds
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| and makin’some, the value it make 'em run
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| grands and tons of rhymes, if you cope 'em once
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| that you’re man over me Shorty rock 'em on Here it is in the cut climb ??? |
| at the ???
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| the bomb shit blowin’like a bag of ???
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| mad She wrote a verse but it just don’t fit
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| right in that shit with the niggas you running
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| to role with, I told y’all motha controle
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| the bowl with this microphone like a, it just
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| don’t miss give somethin’to run with 'em on the
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| block all the niggas we hold you see is ???, and still
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| Emcees wanna gun me, take my life from me It’s funny but still ain’t nothin’move but the money
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| It’s on…
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| Is time to hard? |
| Time to rough? |
| Feelin’like you had
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| enough, we can make it, gotta try
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| make a change, live your life
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| Verse 3:
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| Geronimo got it locked up like ATM, blowin’the
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| twenty with shortie in the gray B. M gettin dirty after dark like 4 AM and strokin'
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| my little mami 'til her body say when
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| I’m more amazing then a Spielberg flick mix it with
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| a little bit of the Tarantino shit, Y’all know to quit while you’re movin’your head, see we stoppin'
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| on the bank up in the game, enough said
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| a team so strong what can stop me now
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| y’all niggas better hopely taunt me now, and still
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| Emcees wanna gun me, take my life from me It’s funny but still ain’t nothin’move but the money
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| It’s on…
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| Can’t you see that what I mean is the mon-ey
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| Cant you see…
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| yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Blunt records, Bad Boy collabo
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| yeah I see |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothin' Move But the Money , by - Mic Geronimo. Song from the album Vendetta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп