Watch Your Movements

Lights, camera

[Verse 1: Black Rob]

Your man Black on the rise

Address the lies as those who plan my demise

Through the white man's eyes, I came through with guys

The same guys who gave the whole hood pies, this was back in '95

How the lame dudes lie

Talking about how I changed my strive, when I was locked inside Brothers identified

Understand they only getting three tries, then the heat gon' fly

Now it's me, you and I

Top of the world, but it's still do or die, can't wait for you to fry

As I scream "bye, bye"

I notified, personified, who am I? The occasional fly?

Mr. Fourth of July

Sometimes Mr. Shoe, Shirt and Tie

Get the loot, hit'em high, big sevens slurve by

And people like it's the nerve of I

Nothin' worse than I

[Hook: Akon]

I came home from doin' time, it's do or die, ain't losing

I've been roaming through and wide ??? just cruising

Thinkin' 'bout these goons alive, but the truth is I ain't losin'

Ain't no time for you and I, so you better watch your movements

[Verse 2: Black Rob]

Mr. Unorthodox

Plus we got the weed on lock, couple C's gon' pop

Me and Cease in the drop

We comin' through with some brand new drop

Dope phat, don't stop

This is serious knock

The workshop is so hot, honeys rockin' their pants

No tops, and we hit the whole flock

Next year, anticipate it like Pac

Y'all the laughing stock, with the strength of an ox

I locked down a couple blocks up top, and let my young gunners rock

Makin' sure your head bop

The same cat that took your watch, the same cat that went to war with Ed Cox

This is just another notch

Family, the bars rep for those who drink bourbon instead of scotch

Man, just give me my props

I'ma invest in the stocks

Plus turn back the hands of the clock

[Hook: Akon]

[Bridge: Akon]

I got locked for moving crops all day

Circle blocks in a different drop all day

The fat not made them watch all day

And they still couldn't deal with me

And now I'm home, it's still hot all day

On the block where they toting Glocks all day

As long as the shots don't rock my way

Then they won't have to deal with me

[Verse 3: Black Rob]

Since the day of my birth

I was comin' up the worst, snatch the purse

Put my hand up her skirt, put the body in the earth

Then I thought what's it worth

Now forever, I'm cursed, I'm cursed

Bowin' down in the church

Tryna' pray to stay away from the hearse

And away from the nurse, make my rap thing burst

Man, this is for the fans, fans who slam dance like Fred Durst

Understand it's my turf

So put your boys in reverse, before I have to call ? to do work

Sittin' high on your perch

See, I came from the dirt

No name in the game, I'm the hurt

This is just another perk

It's for those puttin' out that street shit, come through with that jerk

Certain words I blurt

Fam, you can get a price on your head

Then some holes in your shirt

[Hook: Akon]

[Bridge: Akon]