YOUNGBLOODZ - Thangs Movin' Slow lyrics

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Yeah, attic crew, attic crew and cooley c my nigga<br>Yeah, yeah, my nigga, it's attic crew and cooley c my nigga<br>Yeah, youngbloodz, youngbloodz and cooley c my nigga<br>Um, mark twayne<br><br>Now it's time to let y'all nigga know about me<br>Oh I can get mo money, mo money, don't come to me<br>And everything I say that be on the blow<br>Rap for the love of money, stack it up once mo'<br>Going once, going twice, got the o for the low<br>Got my cheese in the soil, tryin' to make my flow grow<br>Hell no, never fall off<br>Slip pimpin', you can get it hard or get it soft<br>All day, round the clock tryin' to get it in<br>I ain't worried bout' the rich, cause I'm in the wind<br>All I got is my folks, lord forgive me for my sins<br>And if this ain't for me, please make me thank again<br>Gotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls draws<br>Let me recognize the game, and all the flaws<br>While I'm out here, please let me come up<br>And watch my every step so I don't have to duck<br>Never wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck? <br>Hit me on the hill nigga, I'm a' sack it up<br>Rabbit on my head all day for good luck<br>On the hustle everyday, but who really gives a fuck<br><br>Hook<br><br>So what you got, when you ain't got nothing to show<br>Thangs movin' slow, can't get your hands on no blow<br>Ain't got no flow, naw, need some quick cash<br>If hustlin' is the answer nigga, get up off your ass<br><br>I walk about the crib, with my mind on the dough<br>Been hustlin' these verses, ain't got a damn thang to show<br>I keep my head up, because I feel it's bout to pop<br>Done heard about a deal going down at the dock<br>Critics say it don't stop, til' you get it and it's gone<br>It's all about the fett', set it off, get it crunk<br>You catch me on the corner, I'll be buddy with the sacks<br>Off in the studio it be twayne with the tracks<br>Fire, fire, like that dope gettin' smoked everyday<br>Got a call from my source, he on the way with the llell' (yeah)<br>Coming in from overseas, bout' 82 ki's<br>Not a word to be said, everybody hit your knees, lets leave<br>Get the cheese, make away with the blow<br>Slip in the door, right before we do the show<br>Mr. dope man, your looking kinda sick<br>Thangs movin' slow now that you ain't got shit<br><br>Hook<br><br>So what you got now, you out of luck<br>Sellin' your soul to the devil, just to make a quicker buck<br>But for what, you took a chance, recieving half of some blow<br>And pushing them quarter ki's underground to keep the flow<br>It's toe to toe, we can take it to the deepest of the seas<br>And anybody else who wanna bite, then try a piece<br>Of these youngbloodz, bustin' 30 slugs, so just perhaps<br>You crawlin' out of a shell<br>Finding ways up out these traps<br>Like craps, you out to gamble, losing everything you own<br>And still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em' known<br>And do know, you in a ball of burning hell<br>So might as well take a ride on the weed into the a-t-l<br>And niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned<br>So what's the first attempt when they got you on the run<br>With fun, they shootin' tons of shots, so whose to blame<br>Nobody but yourself as you hold inside the pain<br><br>Hook