DR. AMA - Move Me lyrics

rate me

Clowns told me give it up, caution to the wind

I don't give a fuck, ML 450 need a bigger truck

Don't set up now, bitch, my bitch, let me get a nut

Wash your teeth when we got beef, I see you'se a bigger smut

Figure it's MC, the pedigree, I'm mistakable

Basicall you envy me, just cause I'm out caking you

Keep doing what them haters do, for the sake of you

While ya'll be knocking on the door, I be breaking through

Battles you be may win one or two, I be scraping crews

Never loss it, really never knew what it takes to lose

Principal in the school of hard knocks, crazy Joe Clark to the hard rock

Lean on me, if you want to

Me and my team keep a little gleem to taunt you

Jooks what, nigga, S.I.C. we crooks, what

50 first album, hot, second, aight, the movie, not

Book sucked, third album took luck

On the strip getting that gwop (that move me)

In the V banging hip hop (that move me)

SK's and P's and glocks (that move me)

Fake tough talk on the block (that don't move me)

I'm not your average Joe, on the block, I'm battling more

G-O-D with the savagery flow

Swagger for sure, skeet a stage, engage in war comfortably

Half of ya'll fun to me, other half cunt to me

You losing when ya feds hunt for me, N.Y.C.

None pararrel or perpendicular, D-R dot A-M-A

Spray words that be ripping ya

MySpace, iTunes, eMusic, use it

Connect minds, polite recite, D5X refine

Connect lines, two G, respect mines, swine's off the menu

Nines toss the men, duke, 7 to the Cypher Divine

Cross the venue, rhymes for the mentals

Two hundred eighty gig, external hard drive

Wisdom's moist sweating what the God drive, focus Queen

Scope the scene, ma use the double D's, promote the team

Sex sales, so I'm a boost the game like Nextel

Force feed you raw hip hop til ya neck swell, vicious vermin

Parrots in ya T-Rex frail, yes hell we gon' keep doing crime, so set bail

Get it together, now why would you wanna lock the game

Run up in the label office, quick, cop the thang

Contemplate, should I sit and not pop the thang

Doc's deranged, hard for me to see the block the same

Stop The Grain? MCA tried that shit before

S.I.N.Y. is back, muthafucka, been through war

With battlescars and war stories that'll rattle stars

Tarot cards couldn't see the future

Staten Island Criminals, came together strong like the sutra

Shoot ya, anyone of us will, everyone one of us real

And we all lust to kill no need to brainstorm

Accumilate like grey clouds, you know how rain form

Fans tired of the same song, that's like a nympho brain warm

Last debating off the same poem

Unlikely, search the globe, find nothing like me

Google Doc Ama slash Nightbreed, aight B?

Mic device held tightly, long slang precisely

It's a fact, D&D tracks leak through like anthrax

So all competition stand back and hold ya man back