Uh, this how we gon' do this, straight up
This goes out to all you bitch ass niggas
Feel that, know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'?
I can't have y'all round me with that bitch shit, straight up, nigga
Get the fuck away from me (Know what I'm sayin'
?), It's no beef (Know what I'm sayin'?)
Fuck y'all don't like me (Straight up), run and tell (Run and tell)
Fuck y'all, watch out for me for real (Uh-huh)
Move around lil' daddy, let a big nigga breathe
You the reason why your girl keep jockin' me
Too many hands puttin' on Big Moe
Too many hands helpin' Moe get dough
I was born all by myself
If it wasn't for the West, I wonder who would be left
Who really gonna hold me down
When all the chips finally hit the ground
I had to stop and look around
At all these new friends I just found
'Cause when I started off singin' these songs
It was me, Screw and a microphone
It was me, Screw and a microphone
It was me, Screw and a microphone
Slangin' grey tapes on green stone
All night long, slice to the dome
Now I'm makin' hits, gettin' ghetto rich
All these ho ass niggas be up on my dick
I bet you move around
Get the fuck out my face
Better move around
'Fore you make me catch a case
Move around
Get the fuck out my grill
Better move around
Let a big nigga chill
Finally realized
That the whole world is in disguise
And all the pain that's in my eyes
Came with the fame and all the lies
And all the labels with these deals
All in my grill tellin' me about scrill
But Big Moe still got bills
Fuck Beverly Hills, I'm still South Sill
From the cradle to the grave
To the end of my days, I'm still gon' get paid
From the block to the top to the last tick tock
All you roaches and you rats won't stop
Hollerin', "What it do?" Claimin' that you true
But I got my eyes focused on you
Bitch, you better move around
Get the fuck out my face
Better move around
'Fore you make me catch a case
Move around
Get the fuck out my grill
Better move around
Let a big nigga chill
Move around, beat your feet and get to walkin'
With all that gun game and fast talkin'
My dogs start barkin' if things get ugly
Touchin' boys up, gettin' rough like rugby
I needs my space, so clear my atmosphere
You nothin' ass fools better get from 'round here
All up in my ear, "I'm tryna holla at this broad"
But you ridin' my pimp pole like ménage à trois
Runnin' up on my car, wantin' a contract
I ain't lookin' for no acts, but you 'bout to get slapped
Into a coma, gone on her, get to steppin'
Down the yellow brick road 'fore I pull out my weapon
Told you once, won't tell you twice
Move around playboy, shake and roll like dice
Autographs and straight hoes, all that's fine
But it's a place for everything and partner, it's about time to
Move around
Fake ass niggas, get out my grill
Gotta move around
'Fore I catch a case
Move around
Fake ass niggas, get out my grill
Gotta move around
Let a player just chill
Just chill
Get out my grill
Ol' fake ass niggas
Ol' fake ass niggas, whoo
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