Lyrics Move On - Young Buck

Nigga I am the streets
Not just the south but I′m the streets
I'm your neighborhood nigga

They holler stop buck red light but green mean go
If people see me on top and they see me broke
Fuck a billie we treat ′em like bricks and work items
Blunt cuts on the floor but nigga I ain't worried bout it
Niggas paying 32 without a problem
My plug stopped serving we and we gon' rob em (Keep it moving)
That ain′t snitch scale, who you fooling?
See when you weighin′ up mine, gotta watch what you doing
Tied up two times, get back to my grind
This whole block is mine, you can't make one dime
The who by, I′m up like I snorted two lines
Two nines in a park peeping out the window blinds
Waitng on the paper, waiting on the haters
Before they kick my door, I peel 'em like potatoes
Pipe down bitch I got 20 diffrent flavors
Ask them what happened to those that didn′t pay us

I got a couple ounces left and I'ma move on (move on)
What you waiting on nigga, you taking too long
I got a few pounds left and I′ma move on (move on)
The government get to us so who boom

Middle finger out the window I'ma make it out the gutter
Everytime you see me I'm going hard motherfucker
Like yeah, keep it moving lil′ homie, keep it moving on
Yeah, keep it moving lil′ mama, keep it moving on

Fuckin' niggas wanna compete, they wanna be kingpins
They want it for cheap they had me back on CNN (not me again)
But no no, me don′t sell no dope no more
The dope sell itself, me just ride around in blow dro (for sure)
(With your hoe) she put her head down then I go slow
I go (Oh) then I drop her back off at your door
Back to the money like they stole something from me
A cap full of goons with their nose all running
A full moon (Oh)
It's got me growling, can′t go in the house until I made a couple thousand
Follow me, I take you right where the dollars be
You can't talk about your hustle, niggas gotta see
Some niggas got paper but they not a G
Alphabet boys get ′em in their coopa plea
Everybody ain't real shorty, obviously
Yeah whatever that you get you ain't got from me

I got a couple ounces left and I′ma move on (move on)
What you waiting on nigga, you taking too long
I got a few pounds left and I′ma move on (move on)
The government get to us so who boom

Middle finger out the window I'ma make it out the gutter
Everytime you see me I′m going hard motherfucker
Like yeah, keep it moving lil' homie, keep it moving on
Yeah, keep it moving lil′ mama, keep it moving on

Bitch it got 'em murder, had a, had a hat so he served ′em
Draged 'em in an ally and they burned 'em, nobody heard ′em
But some body smelled the fumes, I keep telling these kids this is not a cartoon
Caught him in a school zone dirty, he only 15
We won′t see him 'til he 30, a whole birdie
Damn, yeah act like you heard me
You might cooperate, still ain′t getting out early
Niggas love these hoes, can't be away from them
Soon they put ′em in a room, that's when they say something (hey let me out)
Next thing you know they coming (five oh)
Don′t let em find no weed, no yey or nothing
Tell the judge fuck y'all, I was way in London
With my doctor bitch she making plenty money (Yeah)
Dickie shorts, house shoes on
Drop top playing old school songs, bitch move on

I got a couple ounces left and I'ma move on (move on)
What you waiting on nigga, you taking too long
I got a few pounds left and I′ma move on (move on)
The government get to us so who boom

Middle finger out the window I′ma make it out the gutter
Everytime you see me I'm going hard motherfucker
Like yeah, keep it moving lil′ homie, keep it moving on
Yeah, keep it moving lil' mama, keep it moving on

Outlaw nigga, shit they took from us for 400 years
I′m about to get every goddamn thing these motherfuckers owe me
Fuck all y'all bitch ass nigga, fuck the Police, fuck the President
Fuck your mama, fuck your daddy, fuck all you hating ass niggas
Matter of fact, fuck you Buck