Move Bitch

[Intro: The Eastside Boyz]

Here we come, here we come, ho, here we come

Here we come, ho, here we come, here we come, ho, here we come

Here we come, ho, here we come, here we come, ho, here we come

Here we come, ho, here we come, here we come, ho, here we come

[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

Nigga, Three 6 Mafia burns like the southern territorial

Leavin' a memorial page in editorial

Winter wash yo' paint, cold front, clothes froze like scarecrow

Leave 'em stiff and froze, the foes, they hiden like bowls of China snow

Wanted see the costs-es of the bosses comin' to toss it

Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave ya dead in a closet

Family wrecked from ya death-death, from ya early death

Package some in jars, send it to a 4 star chef

'Cause I melt them with medicine

A perscription called Teflon coating

[Verse 2: J-Bo]

Oh, there she go, old triflin' bitch

Straight take a ho nigga, always out to lick

And when shit is gettin' thick

Out the door she split

She straight slick

But I'm slicker than that bitch gon' get

So now move, bitch, get out the way, ho and lay low

So say, ho, you just another stank ho

Trickin' on the dance flo'

Lookin' kinda slutty though

I'm all about my money, ho, when I bump on yo stereo

And everywhere I go, it's the same old shit

Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch, fuck this, now –

[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

[Verse 3: Sean Paul & Gangsta Boo]

They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul)

Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (All y'all)

I done seen niggas fall, I done seen niggas ball

I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (Bitty drawz)

And uh, the other day this bitch got smacked in the jaw (In the jaw)

I done seen a whole lot, niggas ain't seen what I saw (Yeah)

I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (Come flaw)

If ya talkin' bout that pistol, my nigga, you better draw

Okay?! Always sayin' shit that I mean

Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean (What, what, what)

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]

What's up, motherfucka, what's up?

Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up

All these sissy ass hoes talkin' shit about this lady

Why you tryin' to doubt me, baby?

I'm the shit, you can't fade me

Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz

Bringin' noise

Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys

Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga

Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures

Nigga, don't play with the muthafuckin' don't-play lady

On the way, goddamn, what you bitches say?

Nigga

[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

[Verse 5: Lil' Jon]

Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha

We comin' through like The Rock, bitch

Knock you out yo motherfuckin' socks, bitch

Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong, bitch

Bitch I'll break yo motherfuckin' nose, bitch

Didn't we tell yo ass to move, bitch

Now your head is busting through the fucking bricks

So get yo fire and dip, ho

'Cause a nigga gone off that Cuervo

Why you still runnin' yo mouth, bitch?

You must've not known who you fuckin' with

We'll leave you dead in a fuckin' ditch

'Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six

And them blunts for them young hoes

We'll leave you fucked like a dildo

Oh, her nigga doin' Fed time?

We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron

[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

[Verse 6: Juicy J & Chyna Whyte]

I'm lookin' for the thick butts

Nothin' but the quick sluts

Something kinda freaky, lightskinned ho givin' up

Maybe a nigga'll take the cap

Probably let her ride my lap

Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch, I'm on the map

I'm the kinda nigga bro' push a 450, ho

Down the strip, Hennessy, I sip on the low-low

Hit me on my fog horn, can record, make a porn movie

Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy, where's the booty? (Ha-ha-ha)

[Verse 7: Chyna Whyte]

To be part of this, you gotta be on some heartless shit

And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless, trick

And I don't give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch

Don't none of you hoes know about this order shit

Chyna Whyte, I live that street life

And I ain't gon' be happy 'til I got my momma eatin' right

Still the one to grip that motherfuckin' heater tight

And I'm still tryin' to find a motherfuckin' key to life

Ya heard me?

[Chorus: The Eastside Boyz]

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

Move bitch, get out the way, ho

Fuck that shit, get out the way, ho

[Verse 8: DJ Paul]

I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club

But should've seen when I walked in, the hoes said "What the fuck"

They saw me, VIP, in the VIP, y'all

With these Rollies and these ropes, these hoes be wonderin' "Who are y'all?"

We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars

My entourage spendin' no less than 80 G's on they cars

If I took you to my crib, you probably wouldn't believe, or think I'm lying

Check my SoundScan, ho, if I'm lying, I'm dying, bitch

[Verse 9: Don Yute]

And the way I comin', me fi fuck up this bombo-pussy rascal

It's me name Don Yute and me nah go China

It's all laugh, laugh, I'm the motherfuckin' cop

And these all your nigga, you nah go get [bopped?]

And me no give a fuck, who ah mash up the shot

'Cause me dump on me nigga and the gun from behind

Babylon them set a trap, but me nah go get caught

So what, you give me the cheddar, making block Glock pop