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Makin' Moves
1,158
Hip-Hop/Rap
Makin' Moves was released on August 19, 1997 by Blunt Recordings as a part of the album Ghetto Millionaire
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Release DateAugust 19, 1997
LabelBlunt Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

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Music Video

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Lyrics

It go one for all my people in the pen doin time
Two for **** that was forced into a life of livin crime
If you gotta do whatever just to keep a little cheddar
Makin moves yall, makin moves yall
It go one for all my people in the pen doin time
Two for **** that was forced into a life of livin crime
If you gotta do whatever just to keep a little cheddar
Makin moves yall, makin moves yall
I'm goin through the levels of hell
Where life get tooken by a drug sale
With your grams on your scale, holdin blocks for real
Shootin **** out to kill, savin money for bail
While the tecs make you squeal, beat you down till you ill
It's a struggle motherfucker when you walk with your steel
While the baseheads lookin for someone that deal
While my man Ryan died tryin to eat his last meal
Seen it come and go, many succeed, but some bleed
Goin day by day, carryin works like a disease
Do you get the picture, the basic fact why we strapped?
Why little kids get kidnapped and cars get jacked
Prayin to a man that could never help you with that
I'm on the road to the riches bitches countin my stack
Keep the red eyes and shootin bullets back to back
Hypnotized smokin lye, sometimes it feels like crack
I gotta get mines, you gotta get yours by all costs
It go one for all my people in the pen doin time
Two for **** that was forced into a life of livin crime
If you gotta do whatever just to keep a little cheddar
Makin moves yall, makin moves yall
It go one for all my people in the pen doin time
Two for **** that was forced into a life of livin crime
If you gotta do whatever just to keep a little cheddar
Makin moves yall, makin moves yall
That's why I sit back and smoke my reefer
Listen what the Gods teach ya
Fuck a preacher, a holdin guns'll greet ya
Streets make it hard to survive so most die
Some **** is paralyzed, catchin slugs in they spine
Due to mankind, holdin my nine, commitin crimes
Sometime my mind relax, leave the block then come back
It's all infested with cracks, and little kids packin gats
Bitches fuckin for stacks, New York is wild like that
Perhaps you got a open case, judge in ya face
System made a mistake, got you layin upstate
5 To 15 holdin ya ox from gettin rocked
While somebody else fuckin ya girl right on ya block
Violence never stop, **** bustin at cops for props
These streets is hot, sawed off shotguns and weed spots
Snitches that eavesdrop, first of all startin hard rocks
Stealin outta car lots, now they talk non-stop
It go one for all my people in the pen doin time
Two for **** that was forced into a life of livin crime
If you gotta do whatever just to keep a little cheddar
Makin moves yall, makin moves yall
It go one for all my people in the pen doin time
Two for **** that was forced into a life of livin crime
If you gotta do whatever just to keep a little cheddar
Makin moves yall, makin moves yall
Written by: Anthony Best, Bobby Hutcherson, Michael Mcdermon, Ramel Govantes
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