Move Back

[Intro: E-Snaps]

Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz

Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo

[E-Snaps]

You doin' what you doin', let's get it

Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em

Hit 'em where the good Lord split him

Introduce myself, go booth yourself

In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro planed

And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you feel

Checkin' out the truck, check the wheels

Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill

Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right

Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight

Rollin' with my niggas, we ain't lookin' for no fights

Now pop one in your head, that's all she said

It's time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz

Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams

Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' banned

Give 'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in

[Hook 4X: Meeno]

Move back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh

I'm from the clique called N.I.B

[Meeno]

Next up, I believe that's me

Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy

Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground

Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me

Niggas mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe?

Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two

Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do

Everybody sayin', boy too souped up

Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up

Who put, you too busy holdin' the stoupe up

Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a

I'm like Juve', I need it in my life

Got fifty birds flyin' in, later on tonight

Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice

Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice

[Hook 4X]

[Tony Wink]

Who you know spit flows, get dough like I

In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie

Hit the links I've seen, back in late '95

Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides

Of course we gon' ride, ride over the competition

The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggas is finished

All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant

Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes

This to them fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin'

I'm always on point and I'm always packin' my weapon

You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in

I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records

Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it

Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace

I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless

It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it

[Hook 2X]

[Interlude: Jae Millz]

Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101, what?

You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem

Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem

Harlem, right here, Harlem

You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to this man

You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh

Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right

They know what it is, man, remix

[Jae Millz]

Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place called NYC

H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what party it is

I'm still in the club wearin' sweats (hah)

Milk ears with the money colored check

Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the best

Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz

Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise

Huh, your home boy game so raw

And I ain't even gotta say my name no more

Haters wanna give my name to the law

But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can blame you for

Might catch me in the 'Lac with Snaps

Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno

You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither

And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move

Back)

[Drag-On]

This your boy to the dash

Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass

I stab niggas, throw the hawk in the trash

Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath

Three fifty Z, burnin' the Ave

I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the glass

I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face

I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play

I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse

And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse

I let my tool go, ya'll niggas just studio killas

Nigga, I'mma killa in the studio

I got guns that'll hollow a wall

Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all

Ya'll niggas want hardcore?

What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for?

[Cardan]

They ask, who's that, that's P-Cardi

And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari

You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me

And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari

Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me'

But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed'

Niggas ain't hard, niggas heart full of creatine

But go against that, green, I go against your, brain

And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life

No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say what

Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here tonight

Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my right

If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the kitchen

Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin'

I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't slippin'

Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't

[Terra Blacks]

And if he know, what keep me little

Think you know, I think it later

See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter

You up north, singin' just like Anita Baker

Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker

The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder

Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster

With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the clique called N.I.B.)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired

Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it

All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten

I'm comin' off top, my moves are unwritten

Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither

But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever

Women desirin', jobs is hiring

Money admiring, never keep tiring

Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job ever

And I'm doing mine, holdin' it together

While money quadruple, from playin' the cripple

Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple

Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin'

The mic I'm rippin', the record skippin'

The pussy drippin', the wet got me slippin'

The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin'

[Hook 4X]