Make A Move (Original) lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Intro: DMX]
Yeah-yeah
Wild moves a hustler's gots to make
To get that cake
And if you fake, or you a snake
Then get bagged by jake
And that's how that's goin' down
Let me holla at you, yo

[Verse 1: DMX]
It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the streets
Until I knock off this rock, I don't get to eat
Sometimes it's like that's the only reason why I hustle
Step on toes, strong-arm and show a little muscle
It ain't no real dough, that's why a n*gga feel so frustrated
I hate it, seein' crab n*ggas that made it
And I'm robbin' n*ggas 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 n*ggas talk about going out of state
Money got an eighth, comin back, coppin' a lot of weight
Where's my plate n*gga? I'm hungry too
So I'ma do like hungry do, (what!) and get a hungry crew
n*ggas that ain't never had, and doing bad
Will be glad to get up off they stoop, lookin sad
Grab your bags, it's about to go down
We going to this hicktown, let's get the low-down, on how they get down
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (what?)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)

(DMX)
I gots to make a move and make it soon
Gots to take the block and make it boom
We comin through so make some room
Found something that could be something if I pump it up
This kid Black is the only thing that could f*ck it up
This purple top, thirty-five smalls is ringin' bells
But I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's
I send two n*ggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the morning, I'm still on the block creepin
Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleeping
Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler
Cause n*gga 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 something hot up in that ass and watch you holla (Ahhhhh!)
You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow
And f*ck the po'-po', a n*gga keep a fo'-fo'

I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (what?)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)
(DMX)
I spend my money on n*ggas cause n*ggas get me rich
And a b*tch ain't doin sh*t but sucking my di*k
n*ggas is family now, and we stand strong
Thirty n*ggas over six blocks, making the cash long
sh*t is good, because n*ggas gettin' what they been wantin'
And we see the same sh*t, up in New York n*ggas frontin'
Stick up kids hunting, but I ain't got no love for 'em
I keep the burner and the duster with the gloves for 'em
Them motherf*ckin knockers come at us and chop us
And I know they, really tryin to stop us, they wanna drop us
So we pump, from the alley
And the last house we use as a cash house
Is holding up strong as a stash house
I got runners that run for twelve hour shifts
And when them n*ggas keep they count correct, I don't riff
Cause I ain't tryin to hear that "n*gga took your pack" sh*t
I ain't tryin to hear jack sh*t, you f*cking black b*tch
I ain't a greedy n*gga, all I want is a five year run
And if I don't make it, then f*ck it, let me die near a gun
Got b*tches 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 n*ggas that have you under pressure
So you know, I ain't gon' never put my Glock down (why n*gga?)
Cause I'm a hustler motherf*cker, and I'm holding my block down
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)
(x2)

Ye-yeah! Much love! Much love!
Harrisburg, P.A! Anniston, Alabama!
Baltimore! The West Side
D.C!
New London, Connecticut!
New York, New York! Haha!
Top Dawg! Ruff Ryders Entertainment! Y.O.!
Money Earnin'!
It's all good
Bronx! Undercliff! Haha!
Motherf*ckin' Dark Man! DMX the great!
And it's all good
Irv on the motherf*cking board
Big Wap in the motherf*cking house
Big Dee in the motherf*ckin house!
Polie Dawg in the motherf*ckin' house!
Big Shy in the motherf*ckin' house!
My man bishop in the motherf*ckin' house!
Ya know what i'm sayin'?
Old Man Bill in the motherf*ckin' house!
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