[Intro: Aww, man, yeah, Ave. Boyz Aww, man, on, yea, yeah, yo
You what you doin', let's get it and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em Hit 'em where the good Lord him Introduce myself, go booth In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro And I'm, my 'caine, don't care how you feel Checkin' out the truck, the wheels Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your Who but me? right, get it right of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight Rollin' my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights Now pop one in your head, all she said It's to get head in my Mercedes-Benz Chipped up and I ain't even bout my jams Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' 'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in
[Chorus 4X: Move back, move back, you can't fuck me, huh I'm from the click N.I.B
Next up, I that's me Meeno, get it right, no keep a weapon, see, run it ground Worth of stones, nothin' on me, why you stress on me Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes my recipe? Here's what do, hit the lab, write an album or two Then I might let you my shoe, that's just how I do Everybody sayin', boy too up Nah, I'm just hot, plus Coup'd up Who put, you too busy holdin' the up Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine, I'm like Juve', I need it in my Got fifty birds in, later on tonight Rock and I hustle, so I get paid Life is a boy, roll your dice
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[Tony Who you know flows, get dough like I In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie Hit the links I've seen, in late '95 Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both Of course we gon' ride, ride over the The real has arrived, ya'll bitch is finished All I gotta do is tag my lieutenant Your whole click will get toe tagged in two minutes This to them fools thinkin' gon' catch the God slippin' I'm on point and I'm always packin' my weapon You see me in the club, believe me, I got the in I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' it Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it
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[Interlude: Jae Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101, You know it is when you hear that, Harlem Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem, here, Harlem You gon' if you don't bounce to this man You gonna look like a hater, huh-huh Lenox Ave. Boyz, up, it's only right They what it is, man, remix
Millz] Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place NYC H Dub to the death, and I don't give a what party it is I'm still in the club wearin' (hah) Milk ears the money colored check Ill two step, blowin' dubs the best Live life, hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the Huh, your boy game so raw And I even gotta say my name no more Haters wanna my name to the law But punchin' and kickin', to us all, they can blame you for Might catch me in the with Snaps Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, Wink and Meeno You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me And before you on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move back)
This your boy to the Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the I stab niggaz, the hawk in the trash my bullets, give the burners a bath Three Z, burnin' the Ave I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in face I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a And my go eighty miles an hour in reverse I let my tool go, niggaz just studio killas Nigga, I'mma killa in the I got guns hollow a wall Point it to your jaw, you swallow it all Ya'll want hardcore? What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is
They ask, who's that, P-Cardi And he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari You know I'm strapped, you I'm strapped, I got the heat on me And I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to on me' But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he bleed' Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz full of creatine But go that, green, I go against your, brain And don't fuck with me and the kid, been a daddy all my life No 'dro, we gon' blow that all day, say what Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' tonight Greasin', Meen' on the front, Snappy on my right If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the Those ain't hoes, so you know we ain't pimpin' I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't Too close, hold somethin', or now I Cardy didn't
[Terra And if he know, keep me little Think you know, I think it See me, and my come to, just like a waiter You up north, singin' just like Baker Make up your mind, come and ready, feen to meet your maker The man that last, will surely laugh harder Me have a shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.)
[Ol' Bastard] But drunk, when he hop inside, in the gettin' tired Bitches scatter all around me, ready to it All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my I'm comin' off top, my moves are Now to the snake, in the spring time wither But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever desirin', jobs is hiring Money admiring, keep tiring ain't nothin', the easiest job ever And I'm mine, holdin' it together money quadruple, from playin' the cripple Drinkin' from a titty nipple, on ripple Blunt on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin' The mic I'm rippin', the skippin' The drippin', the wet got me slippin' The bitch I'm strippin', I'm shippin'
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