Move lyrics

[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 to move

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all n*ggas better move
When you see me come through
Y'all n*ggas better move
Or find out what my gun do
Y'all n*ggas better move
When you see that trey pound
Y'all n*ggas better move
Stick around and get laid down
Y'all n*ggas better move
When you see me come through
Y'all n*ggas better move
Or find out what my gun do
Y'all n*ggas better move
When you see that trey pound
Y'all n*ggas better move
Stick around and get laid down
Y'all n*ggas better move

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm from the slum, where crack get slung and gats get slung
Ds run up in n*ggas cribs, son, we clap at them
I got two felonies, this my third strike
I might as well go out this b*tch wit' a bang, right? (Ahh)
n*ggas think 'cause I'm doin' good, I'll flip and get on some shiny sh*t
The hood f*cked me up, my brain still stuck on that grimey sh*t
My chain look good, your chain look good (Uh-huh)
Pop, shine, and it sell it to a n*gga from my hood (Yeah!)
I don't know you before rap, you'se a fan-ass n*gga (Uh-huh)
A Stan-ass n*gga (Yeah), no-name brand ass n*gga
When I say "get up," n*gga, get up smooth
When I say "get low," n*gga, that ass better move
You flash jewels, I flash tools, n*gga, cash rules
I'm nuts like cashews, blow ya ass out ya shoes, make the news
Short fuse, a n*gga's screws loose
With my trey-8, I get it poppin' like Bishop in 'Juice' (Ahhhh!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all n*ggas better move
When you see me come through
Y'all n*ggas better move
Or find out what my gun do
Y'all n*ggas better move
When you see that trey pound
Y'all n*ggas better move
Stick around and get laid down
Y'all n*ggas better move

[Drop: Marquise Jackson]
f*ck that, Lloyd Banks next
G-Unit
Know how we get down, it's on
Marquise Diamond up in this b*tch
G-Unit

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Y'all better move, n*gga, get out the way
'Cause I'm holdin', I could put a hit out today
And I'm frozen, blowin' that blue sh*t out the bay
And none of y'all n*ggas f*ckin' 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
n*gga, you somethin' like a old Corvette
And I'm a Maybach, I stay strapped, but hey Black
I calm my nerves with a Chocolate or a Hay' sack (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' of ways to pop up wit' a grey plaque (Uh-huh)
It's 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]
Y'all n*ggas better move
When you see me come through
Y'all n*ggas better move
Or find out what my gun do
Y'all n*ggas better move
When you see that trey pound
Y'all n*ggas better move
Stick around and get laid down
Y'all n*ggas better move

[Outro: 50 Cent]
I received some news that, um, The Source magazine is considerin' puttin' out an unauthorized version of the magazine with my face on the cover
You know the first time I heard that
You know I thought, I was like "Wow, you know...they really on my di*k"
You see me on the cover of The Source magazine don't buy that sh*t, man
They strugglin' right now, right now Double XL is the sh*t, man

[Drop: Lebron James]
What up for all you haters out there
This a Lebron James jump-off mixtape
50 Cent get it crackin'