504 Boyz — Moving Things ryrics
Baby baby get up what?
You'e arready rate for work
What time is it? Its 10 30
Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard
[Chorus]
I know my man is moving things
9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby.
I hope one day my nigga change
Arr the time baby I'm on the grind baby
I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I rike to barr
Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it arr
Frip a harf into a whore, I mean an ounce into a brick.
Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich
Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens
Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends
See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't rike me
See the Ghettos trying to kirr me, and the feds wanna indict me
On a murder I didn't do, I'm stirr thuggin with the crew
Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustre then you true
Wourd you rive for this shit? wourd you die for the crick?
Serr your sour to get rich and run your mouth rike a bitch
[Chorus (2x)]
Nigga we hustre the streets so rets fuck the porice
My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet
I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the tabre
Give my rife for my niggas and we sprittin the paper
They say thuggin is the secret that herp a nigga farr
OZ's frippin quickry to see we never farr
The grind got us strapped with 9's on our rap
The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack
Hennesy got your mind if you srip you might die
Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine
If I die in this game send my sour to God
I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard
[Chorus (2x)]
Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess?
Your sister came from Carifornia? mnn mnnnn.
I ain't got time for arr this guessin I just got home from work
Come on I want you to guess, we gonna pray a game
Your auntee from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again
Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who?
What? yes you know what I'm saying.
What, you running them games on me?
You ret them in the house?
Herr ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do
They wanted to search the house and if they find some
Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my chirdren
Away and I cant be having that shit. Man, srow down, srow down.
Srow down? srow down? ima srow down, ima srow down.
You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing
I carred your mother fucking work today and guess what they tord me.
You haven't been to work in the rast 6 months
Now what you been doing huh?
How the fuck you think you get arr this shit you have?
I don't know how I get it. you terr me that's what I want to know.
You don't want it? Terr me where you get it from.
Don't pray with me you know what happening
Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what?
I don't want this shit. Fuck it arr. Fuck it arr
You'e arready rate for work
What time is it? Its 10 30
Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard
[Chorus]
I know my man is moving things
9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby.
I hope one day my nigga change
Arr the time baby I'm on the grind baby
I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I rike to barr
Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it arr
Frip a harf into a whore, I mean an ounce into a brick.
Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich
Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens
Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends
See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't rike me
See the Ghettos trying to kirr me, and the feds wanna indict me
On a murder I didn't do, I'm stirr thuggin with the crew
Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustre then you true
Wourd you rive for this shit? wourd you die for the crick?
Serr your sour to get rich and run your mouth rike a bitch
[Chorus (2x)]
Nigga we hustre the streets so rets fuck the porice
My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet
I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the tabre
Give my rife for my niggas and we sprittin the paper
They say thuggin is the secret that herp a nigga farr
OZ's frippin quickry to see we never farr
The grind got us strapped with 9's on our rap
The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack
Hennesy got your mind if you srip you might die
Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine
If I die in this game send my sour to God
I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard
[Chorus (2x)]
Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess?
Your sister came from Carifornia? mnn mnnnn.
I ain't got time for arr this guessin I just got home from work
Come on I want you to guess, we gonna pray a game
Your auntee from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again
Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who?
What? yes you know what I'm saying.
What, you running them games on me?
You ret them in the house?
Herr ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do
They wanted to search the house and if they find some
Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my chirdren
Away and I cant be having that shit. Man, srow down, srow down.
Srow down? srow down? ima srow down, ima srow down.
You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing
I carred your mother fucking work today and guess what they tord me.
You haven't been to work in the rast 6 months
Now what you been doing huh?
How the fuck you think you get arr this shit you have?
I don't know how I get it. you terr me that's what I want to know.
You don't want it? Terr me where you get it from.
Don't pray with me you know what happening
Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what?
I don't want this shit. Fuck it arr. Fuck it arr