Songwriter: DMX
Producer: Big D ‘’Wakeen’’ Dean DJ Irv
[Intro: DMX]
Yeah-yeah
Wild moves a hustler's gots to make
To get that cake
And if you fake, or you a snake
Then get bagged by jake
And that's how that's goin' down
Let me holla at you, yo
[Verse 1: DMX]
It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the streets
Until I knock off this rock, I don't get to eat
Sometimes it's like that's the only reason why I hustle
Step on toes, strong-arm and show a little muscle
Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated
I hate it, seein' crab niggas that made it
And I'm robbin' niggas just as broke as myself
Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth?
It ain't in New York, cause niggas talk about going out of state
Money got an eighth, comin back, coppin' a lot of weight
Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too
So I'ma do like hungry do, (what!) and get a hungry crew
Niggas that ain't never had, and doing bad
Will be glad to get up off they stoop, lookin sad
Grab your bags, it's about to go down
We going to this hicktown, let's get the low-down, on how they get down
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (what?)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)
I gots to make a move and make it soon
Gots to take the block and make it boom
We comin through so make some room
Found something that could be something if I pump it up
This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up
This purple top, thirty-five smalls is ringin' bells
But I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the morning, i'm on the block creepin
Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleeping
Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler
Cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six
Then I don't trust ya
And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like two dollars
Put something hot up in that ass and watch you holla (Ahhhhh!)
You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow
And fuck the po'-po', a nigga keep a fo'-fo'
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (what?)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)
I spend my money on niggas cause niggas get me rich
And a bitch ain't doin shit but sucking my dick
Niggas is family now, and we stand strong
Thirty niggas over six blocks, making the cash long
Shit is good, because niggas gettin' what they been wantin'
And we see the same shit, up in New York niggas frontin'
Stick up kids hunting, but I ain't got no love for 'em
I keep the burner and the duster with the gloves for 'em
Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us
And I know they, really tryin to stop us, they wanna drop us
So we pump, from the alley
And the last house we use as a cash house
Is holding up strong as a stash house
I got runners that run for twelve hour shifts
And when them niggas keep they count correct, I don't riff
Cause I ain't tryin to hear that "nigga took your pack" shit
I ain't tryin to hear jack shit, you fucking black bitch
I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run
And if I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun
Got bitches to transport without an escort
I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport
Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us
It be them ATF niggas that have you under pressure
So you know, I ain't gon' never put my Glock down (why nigga?)
Cause I'm a hustler motherfucker, and I'm holding my block down
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)
(x2)
Ye-yeah! Much love! Much love!
Harrisburg, P.A! Anniston, Alabama!
Baltimore! The West Side
D.C!
New London, Connecticut!
New York, New York! Haha!
Top Dawg! Ruff Ryders Entertainment! Y.O.!
Money Earnin'!
It's all good
Bronx! Undercliff! Haha!
Motherfuckin' Dark Man! DMX the great!
And it's all good
Irv on the motherfucking board
Big Wap in the motherfucking house
Big Dee in the motherfuckin house!
Polie Dawg in the motherfuckin' house!
Big Shy in the motherfuckin' house!
My man bishop in the motherfuckin' house!
Ya know what i'm sayin'?
Old Man Bill in the motherfuckin' house!
Yeah-yeah
Wild moves a hustler's gots to make
To get that cake
And if you fake, or you a snake
Then get bagged by jake
And that's how that's goin' down
Let me holla at you, yo
[Verse 1: DMX]
It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the streets
Until I knock off this rock, I don't get to eat
Sometimes it's like that's the only reason why I hustle
Step on toes, strong-arm and show a little muscle
Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated
I hate it, seein' crab niggas that made it
And I'm robbin' niggas just as broke as myself
Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth?
It ain't in New York, cause niggas talk about going out of state
Money got an eighth, comin back, coppin' a lot of weight
Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too
So I'ma do like hungry do, (what!) and get a hungry crew
Niggas that ain't never had, and doing bad
Will be glad to get up off they stoop, lookin sad
Grab your bags, it's about to go down
We going to this hicktown, let's get the low-down, on how they get down
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (what?)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)
I gots to make a move and make it soon
Gots to take the block and make it boom
We comin through so make some room
Found something that could be something if I pump it up
This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up
This purple top, thirty-five smalls is ringin' bells
But I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the morning, i'm on the block creepin
Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleeping
Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler
Cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six
Then I don't trust ya
And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like two dollars
Put something hot up in that ass and watch you holla (Ahhhhh!)
You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow
And fuck the po'-po', a nigga keep a fo'-fo'
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (what?)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)
I spend my money on niggas cause niggas get me rich
And a bitch ain't doin shit but sucking my dick
Niggas is family now, and we stand strong
Thirty niggas over six blocks, making the cash long
Shit is good, because niggas gettin' what they been wantin'
And we see the same shit, up in New York niggas frontin'
Stick up kids hunting, but I ain't got no love for 'em
I keep the burner and the duster with the gloves for 'em
Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us
And I know they, really tryin to stop us, they wanna drop us
So we pump, from the alley
And the last house we use as a cash house
Is holding up strong as a stash house
I got runners that run for twelve hour shifts
And when them niggas keep they count correct, I don't riff
Cause I ain't tryin to hear that "nigga took your pack" shit
I ain't tryin to hear jack shit, you fucking black bitch
I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run
And if I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun
Got bitches to transport without an escort
I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport
Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us
It be them ATF niggas that have you under pressure
So you know, I ain't gon' never put my Glock down (why nigga?)
Cause I'm a hustler motherfucker, and I'm holding my block down
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon!)
I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh)
I gots to take the block and make it boom (c'mon?)
(x2)
Ye-yeah! Much love! Much love!
Harrisburg, P.A! Anniston, Alabama!
Baltimore! The West Side
D.C!
New London, Connecticut!
New York, New York! Haha!
Top Dawg! Ruff Ryders Entertainment! Y.O.!
Money Earnin'!
It's all good
Bronx! Undercliff! Haha!
Motherfuckin' Dark Man! DMX the great!
And it's all good
Irv on the motherfucking board
Big Wap in the motherfucking house
Big Dee in the motherfuckin house!
Polie Dawg in the motherfuckin' house!
Big Shy in the motherfuckin' house!
My man bishop in the motherfuckin' house!
Ya know what i'm sayin'?
Old Man Bill in the motherfuckin' house!
- Rap Sheet (2002)
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- X Gon’ Give It to Ya
- What These Bitches Want
- Party Up (Up In Here)
- Ruff Ryders’ Anthem
- Slippin’
- How’s It Goin’ Down (Album Version)
- Damien
- Let Me Fly
- Intro
- We Don’t Give a Fuck
- X-Is Coming
- Who We Be
- Lord Give Me a Sign
- Niggaz Done Started Something
- The Omen
- I Don’t Dance
- Bring Your Whole Crew
- Get At Me Dog
- Blackout
- What’s My Name
- Look Thru My Eyes
- I Can Feel It
- Ready to Meet Him