Don't Move

featuring JT Tha Bigga Figga

*(JT)*

Figga nometry.

*(Mac Mall)*

Yea yea yea yea.

It's yo folks Mac Mall ???

Always keep my shit mayne. Ya know?!

We through here.

Yea yea!

Where it's at nigga?

Verse 1 *(Mac Mall)*

I'm a cut throat nigga

I told her gone off that Nitro

go mani on yo block makin ??? sleep wit the lights on

Mr. Vicious down to do wrong

wit a pack of savage niggas that'll come an get ya outta ya jones

damn them squares ain't safe

got him for the briefcase

a big face

and I was bare faced

I know ya hate the taste of my name in yo mouth

you know what I'm bout

quick to test yo d-boy clout an leave ya laid out

busta I never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff

when I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear

like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa

we both know that the moss will leave yo ass dead

I run the hood like a jungle

king of the beast

head hunters after me, I make 'em all bleed

fuck the rollas man, they betta not run up on my plot

cuz I won't dump until I drop my semi on cops

blowin my top

lettin loose like a nut

should all the stoppers bag me up that's how ya bring the funk

so when ya see me comin, folks ya betta watch ya shit

I start to mobbin in this BITCH! MUTHA FUCKA!

Chorus *(Mac Mall)*

You know I want it nigga

I know you got it nigga

when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.

You know I want it nigga

I know you got it nigga

when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.

Don't flinch.

Don't Move.

Don't break.

My bottle will make ya body shake sucka.

Don't flinch.

Don't Move.

Don't break.

Or today is gon' be your last day.

(Wha?)

(Wha?)

(Wha?)

Verse 2 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*

As I rumble through the clothes in yo dresser

hopin I catch ya

wit a bundle of bread cut him up an get him for his vest

an his pistol

an his sacks

stuff my pockets

out the back

an I'm off to the track

4-5 an a vest an I'm all in black

an i got me a gat

cuz you know an I know that war field

that broke niggas provoke niggas

an dumb niggas gon' go there

but oh well

it's all official, comin to get ya

niggas wit dope sells

an if you wonder we gon' split ya

niggas wit mo mail

this Cali livin' ain't no jokin

paper chasin on my hustle to the day I go broke

satisfied wit my riches

never that I keep it goin wit my

cut him all in the back of a bucket we blowin

test the nuts of these ridas

man it's on, on sight

got my pistol in my pocket an I'm ready to strike

we foldin 'em up like blankets

tuck 'em away like Ben Franklin's

on a day-to-day basis, different places an leave 'em stankin.

Don't Move nigga.

Chorus *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)* 2x

You know I want it nigga

I know you got it nigga

when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.

You know I want it nigga

I know you got it nigga

when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.

Don't flinch.

Don't Move.

Don't break.

My bottle will make ya body shake sucka.

Don't flinch.

Don't Move.

Don't break.

Or today is gon' be your last day.

*(JT talking)*

Figga-nometry!

The young Mac Meez.

5-Tre-5, GLP, ya understand me?

Get Low, Young Black Brotha (YBB) colabortation.

9-9.

Doin' it live.

Movie and soundtrack beware of those nigga.

JT Tha Bigga Figga an Mac Mall puttin it down, sewin up this independent Bay

Area nigga.

Takin it world wide.

Ya understand me boi?!

Uh.

Yea, yea, yea!

*(Chorus)*

You know I want it nigga

I know you got it nigga

when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.

You know I want it nigga

I know you got it nigga

when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.

Don't flinch.

Don't Move.

Don't break.

My bottle will make ya body shake sucka.

Don't flinch.

Don't Move.

Don't break.

Or today is gon' be your last day.