Lyrics
I make moves (x4)
Started in the streets, came from the gutter
Little drug dealer making plenty of money
Started selling dimes, then I moved up
Started pushing 20s cause 10s just wasn'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, back slid 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
Music was my first high, sung in the church choir
'Fore I could even speak, I learned how to harmonize
Watching the other guys with passion in my eyes
Wondering how mine gon sound when mine come out
Then I opened my mouth, something spilled out
Then I looked around, I done drew a crowd
Everybody bobbin they head, baby I'm throwin down
Oh yea it's on now, know where I'm goin now
No lookin back for me, I gotta buy my mom a house
And a few cars just in case we wanna ball out
Cruise around the world till the gas run out
Hit the station automatic when the pedal rolled down
We don't pump gas no mo, tell them to come out
Take this hundred dollar, fill it up if you don't mind
Right back on the road hittin cruise control
Headin right back to wherever I was goin
What now? Let me tell you what now
I'mma call a couple of hard pipe hittin
Niggas to go to work on the homes here
With a pair of pliers and a blow torch
You hear me talkin hillbilly boy?
I ain't through with you my damn sight
I'mma get medieval on your ass
Shit negro, that's all you had to say