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Three 6 Mafia

Move Bitch

 

Move Bitch

(album: Choices - 2001)


[Lil' Jon:]
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

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

[Lord Infamous:]
Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leaving a memorial page in editorial
When [?] watch yo back go front [?] Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow
Wanna see the costs of the bosses coming to toss it
Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
Packing some in jars, sending too a four star chef
'Cause I melt them with medicine
A perscription called Teflon coating

[J-Bo:]
Oh there she go, old trifling bitch
Straight take a ho nigga, always out to lick
And when shit is getting 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
Tricking on the dance flo'
Looking 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
Jumping drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now

[Lil' Jon:]
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

[Sean Paul:]
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 talking bout that pistol my nigga you better draw
Okay, always saying shit that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean

[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 talking shit about this lady
Why you trying 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
Bringing noise
Making moves like the fucking U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be grooving always choosing, what's up with you nigga
Gangsta Boo be making nothing but hits increase to bigger figures
Nigga don't play with the muthafucking don't play lady
On the way, God damn what you bitches say
Nigga

[Lil' Jon:]
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

Ah, ah, ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We coming through like the Rock bitch
Knock you out yo motherfucking socks bitch
Dropping bows like nothing wrong bitch
Bitch I'll break yo motherfucking 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 Quevo
Why you still running yo mouth bitch
You must've not known who you fucking with
We'll leave you dead in a fucking ditch
Cause we running with the Three Triple Six
And them guns for them young hoes
We'll leave you fucked like a dildo
All my niggas doing Fed time
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron

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

[Juicy J:]
I'm looking for them big butts
Nothin but them quick sluts
Something kinda freaky like skinny ho giving up
Maybe a nigga'll take the camp
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 fo horn
Can record, make a porn movie
Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy
Ready to?

[Chyna Whyte:]
What y'all know 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 till I got my momma eating right
Still the one to grip that motherfucking heater tight
And I'm still trying to find a motherfucking key to life
Ya heard me

[Lil' Jon:]
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

[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 the hoes they be wondering "Who are y'all"
We be stepping no less than 30 deep and thinking we some stars
My entourage spending 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!

[Don Yute:]
True vulture nuh man
Ratatat fuck unuh, understand it's me Don Yute
With the bummaclatt [?] fucking pussyclott man
Nigga don't give a fuck about these bloodclott
[?] [?] gun from behind poppin [?]
Give me a cheddar making bumboclott shots!

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