I make moves
Started in the streets,
came from the gutter
Little drug dealer making plenty of money
Started selling dimes,
then I moved up
Started pushing 20's cause
10's just weren't enough
Dealt with that a few years,
had a lot of fun
Switched up the game,
left the petty shit alone
Time to get this major paper
that I really want
Took off my boot,
put on a suit and let's roll
Time to get it crackin'
somewhere I ain't known
95
North, maybe
Baltimore
Got up there, did a 1985, 86
Michael
Jackson backslid in the same
shit again
Cause the city was a lot bigger
Made me a lot richer, then I got locked up
And went to prison
Stayed in there a few years
and made my decision
When I get out I'm on a mission
I
MAKE
MOVES
I
MAKE
MOVES
I
MAKE
MOVES
I
MAKE
MOVES
Music was my first high
Sung in a church choir
before I could even speak
I learned how to harmonize
Watching the other guys with
passion in my eyes
Wonderin' how mine gon'
sound when mine come out
Then I opened my mouth,
somethin' spilled out
Then I looked around, hidin',
drew a crowd
Everybody vibin', they hear me,
baby, I'm throwin' down
Oh yeah, it's on now,
know where I'm goin' now
No lookin' back for me,
I got it by my my house
And a few cars just in case
we wanna ball out
Cruisin' round the world till the gas run out
Hit the station automatic
when the battle roll round
We don't pump gas no
more, tell them to come out
Pay this hundred dollar,
fill it up if you don't mind
Right back on the road, hittin' cruise control
I make moves, I make moves,
I make moves,
I make
moves, make yeah, yeah, yeah
What now?
Let me tell you what now
I'ma call a couple of hard pipe -hittin'
niggas to go to work on the home gym
With a pair of pliers and
a blowtorch
You hear me talkin' here,
Billy
Boy?
I ain't through with you by a damn sight
I'ma get medieval on your ass
Shit,
Negro, that's all you had to say
I make moves, I make moves,
I make moves,
I make
moves
You