Move

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Yeah...

Soon as they hear my voice, right? They know it's 50

Heh hahaha

Soon as they hear it in the club, they know the move

[Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks]

Y'all niggas better move

When you see me come through

Y'all niggas better move

Or find out what my gun do

Y'all niggas better move

When you see that trey pound

Y'all niggas better move

Or stick around and get laid down

Y'all niggas better move

When you see me come through

Y'all niggas better move

Or find out what my gun do

Y'all niggas better move

When you see that trey pound

Y'all niggas better move

Or stick around and get laid down

[Verse 1: 50 Cent, (DJ Whoo Kid)]

I'm from the slum, where crack get slung and gats get slung

D's run up in niggas cribs, son, we clap at them

I got two felonies, this my third strike

I might as well go out this bitch wit' a bang, right? (Ahh!)

Niggas think 'cause I'm doin' good, I'll flip and get on some shiny shit

The hood fucked me up, my brain still stuck on that grimey shit

My chain look good, your chain look good (Uh-huh)

I'll pop, shine it, and it sell it to a nigga from my hood (Yeah!)

I don't know you before rap, you'se a Fed-ass nigga

A stan-ass nigga, no-name brand ass nigga

When I say "give it up," niggas gave it up smooth

When I say "get low," nigga, that ass better move

If you flash jewels, I flash tools, nigga, cash rules

I'm nuts like cashews, blow ya ass out ya shoes, make the news

Short fuse, a nigga's screws loose

With my trey 8, I get it poppin' like Bishop in 'Juice' (Ahhhh!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks]

Y'all niggas better move

When you see me come through

Y'all niggas better move

Or find out what my gun do

Y'all niggas better move

When you see that trey pound

Y'all niggas better move

Or stick around and get laid down

[Intermission: Marquise Jackson]

Fuck that, it's Lloyd Banks next!

G-Unit – you know how we get down, don

Marquise Diamond up in this bitch!

G-Unit!

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Y'all better move, nigga! Get out the way!

'Cause I'm holdin', I could put a hit out today

And I'm frozen, blowin' that blue shit out the bay

And none of y'all niggas fuckin' wit' the kid – okay?!

I'm thinkin' 'bout who to Bogart next

They want the Juice and I'm Omar Epps

I go hard, yet –

Nigga, you somethin' like a old Corvette

And I'm a Maybach, I stay strapped, behave, Black!

I calm my nerves with a Chocolate or a Hay' sack

Thinkin' of ways to pop up wit' a grey plaque

And several knots in my pocket from the paid tracks

So I get more head than any stocking or a wavecap (Yeah!)

They get it poppin' in the crowd when they perform

Don't come to one of our concerts wit' alligators on

They think bickerin' back and forth with the Bank matters

So I'll prolly die shootin' like Hank Gathers

[Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks]

Y'all niggas better move

When you see me come through

Y'all niggas better move

Or find out what my gun do

Y'all niggas better move

When you see that trey pound

Y'all niggas better move

Or stick around and get laid down