MMO (MONEY MAKIN OPERATION)

MMO (MONEY MAKIN OPERATION) - Keep It Movin' lyrics

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(feat. Champ, Ill Knob, J-Boo)

[Chorus: Champ]

Playas keep it movin', waste no time, waste no time

Keep it movin', baby, movin' all night

[Ill Knob]

Yo, shorty's ride the shaft, Knob-a-ra ain't for bluffin'

I ain't had enough of nothin', so what you buffin'

I stay drinkin', breath stinkin', fuck all that fantasy

Half is Alaze, the other half is Hennessey

You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you too

You got stash and pizzazz, baby, and I bet your flavor's raspberry

Let's take it back to the telly, so you can feel the raspberry jelly

As I rub it on your belly, exotica, erotica, who's a sapricotica?

Shottin' your, everything I want, is what you got in your

[Trigg'nomm]

If I tell you I don't love you, then you catch a fit

If I tell you I still love you, then you wanna get lick

Trigg'nomm, donna don, twelve twat like batons

Move smooth like the Fonz, stay focused

Life's ferocious, at times I feel hopeless

Through the power you judge, keep a black man nourished

Worth more than treasures, and all forms of pleasures

Drastic measures, wish you had that, stay clever

You here to legalize loyalty, whatever, man

I'm feelin' you, eye to eye, sizin' up the real in you

Reign bring pain, no gain if I ain't healin' you

Flame it on the ill in you, claim me when you stealin' you

It's your world, ma, it's the mentals I want

Wish you had that, I wanna head hunt, protect ya

[Champ]

Now ya'll can tell me, who's the mack of all on

The Champion, lay back to the mats and the front

This ill thug, like the flip shit wherever I be

For the Boogie Down Bronx to the Q.B.C.

To the red light, to the green light, to the 1, 2, 3

Like S.W.V., get you weak in the knees

I'm on a roll, out for the kill, make you jump like Dru Hill

Touch me, if you want, never, you locked up

You need a fist, get bruised, and black and blue'd the fuck up

You need to touch up, follow my team and get lead to blow the fuck up

Blow the fuck up, blow the fuck up

[Chorus: Champ]

Playas keep it movin', waste no time, waste no time

Keep it movin', baby, movin' all night

Playas keep it groovin', waste no time, groove it right

Keep it grovin', ladies, groove it all night

[Itchy Finga-Sha]

Shorty plump plump, with the biggie rump rump

Make the infer wanna hit me, huh, huh, huh

Exchange friction, conversation got her drawers up

You pussy fuck 'em, she was hold when he was knowin'

Uncomfortable dims, get my props up to the ceiling

Exchange combo's, and oh what a feeling

Too late you can't escape the wait, available for the weak or great

Collect some inner strength, next round, another four left

Status is me on defense, I guess that's just my sequence

Quick shift by, and four gas V.I.P.

Six feet to R.I.P., rollin' wit The Massive

The Massive, The Massive, The Massive, what, what

[J-Boo]

Who keeps it hot, who keeps it locked

Who blowin' spots, since the red bees blastin' through your block

Got you, pressure risin', body leakin'

My team is shitty, I got you stinkin', no time for blinkin'

Cash Rules, that's why I got fools to pack tools

Diamond jewels, or brown star quality shoes

I'm makin' moves on 'em, a platinum team gettin' ruled on 'em

Protect Ya Neck, Massive style, spit and drool on 'em

Drop a stool on 'em, what

[Naisha]

Once again up and bang this, nothin' changes

Feet or hands to the world, with my language

We be on a rapper famous, ill brothers givin' brain damage

Hittin' horror, be with slammin' harder than a hammer

Jump on rope, plus I slam you, with my boxing

I be rockin', pro girls stomp it

Always under siege, swingin' for a hip hopper

Then I bring 'em on topper, so you know my shit is proper

Hit you like that lah, have you open like an opera

All ya'll fake rappers after '98, I stop you

Drop you, darkness like Outer Limits

To defeat the devil, cause he wasn't on my level, lyrically

[Chorus x2]

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