Watch How You Move

[Produced by Psycho Les & Roc Marciano]

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham & Busta Rhymes]

These streets is watchin' the way you move

(Watch how you move nigga)

So be careful in all that you do

(Watch what you doin' nigga)

If you shittin' where you eat it might cause you trouble

And this ain't nothing that I've heard

Only what I've learned

Mark my words

So please don't sleep

(Don't you do that)

Or the wolves come to eat

(Them niggas hungry)

And they sniff you out

And make you a target

Boy better run for cover

(Run for cover nigga)

Are you hearin' what I'm sayin?

Cause you know them boys ain't playin'

When that thing go "POP!"

Better hope it ain't for you

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, early to rise

As I'm recollectin'

I'm cookin'

That thing up for breakfast

One of my sons'll

Go get the paper

While I'm robed up

Louis house slippers

Nasty stocking cap on

Smoking a [?] while I plot on another caper

Respectively, see I've been genetically blessed

To move like I'm a G-F

Designer cigars and pinky rings

Ain't no question how we move on bigger things

On the patio speakin' of old connecs

My Dominican/Puerto Ricans

Pablo Augustus and Miguel Filejo

They be speakin' with strong accents

And have they soldiers shoot you, pendejo

Re-aligning the link after the convo

Gettin' back to it fast

Compadres papered up

Probly floodin' my stash

Booty-makin bitches be countin' my cash

Walk around wearin' nuttin'

Diesel as fuck

Cellulite dimples in they ass

Peep the way how I prosper

And I prophet

Gettin' cook and then grindin' it up

While I make sure these niggas ain't try'na line me up

(Gone!)

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham & Busta Rhymes]

These streets is watchin' the way you move

(Watch how you move nigga)

So be careful in all that you do

(Watch what you doin' nigga)

If you shittin' where you eat it might cause you trouble

And this ain't nothing that I've heard

Only what I've learned

Mark my words

So please don't sleep

(Don't you do that)

Or the wolves come to eat

(Them niggas hungry)

And they sniff you out

And make you a target

Boy better run for cover

(Run for cover nigga)

Are you hearin' what I'm sayin?

Cause you know them boys ain't playin'

When that thing go "POP!"

Better hope it ain't for you

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, I think this moment's lookin' spectacular

Very eventful and special

Detail, in-particulars is essential

Emaculate from the talk to the dress-up

All the way down to the coke in the kitchen

Shallah, please do the cheffin' stuff!

[The sound of bottles breaking shifts the beat from hip-hop to minor-key, organ beat]

[Chef's Special: Raekwon]

"Yo, what the fuck happened?

Yo, slap him

Yo Rhymes, put the mac in his mouth"

I slipped, "No you di'int

This nigga is slippin'"

Different nigga from the kid we used to fuckin' wit'

I'm out in [?]

And this coke's frozen

Nigga, suck a dick

Bust' popped him

Shot him in his wind pipe

I stabbed him in his hand

Bust' shot him again

Six million grams in the sink

Down the drain

I'm to blame

We the [?]

Got to call the connect up

"Papicito, catch the train now!"

It's war in the world

We both riders

They comin' in gliders

Hear the wings pull up

We wool up

Bullet-proof boxers and socks

Two twin choppers, the Glocks

Was 30-shot; new joints.  We both toxed

Then he walked in... leather 'n chucks

Old sneakers from the 80's

A crazy, my columbian pops

This is a wild caper

Fresh off the block

To the yachts

[Beat fades out]