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feat. Champ, Ill Knob & J-Boo[Chorus: Champ] Playas keep it movin', waste no time, waste no time Keep it movin', baby, movin' all night [Ill Knob] Yo, shorty's ride the shaft, Knob-a-ra ain't for bluffin' I ain't had enough of nothin', so what you buffin' I stay drinkin', breath stinkin', fuck all that fantasy Half is Alaze, the other half is Hennessey You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you too You got stash and pizzazz, baby, and I bet your flavor's raspberry Let's take it back to the telly, so you can feel the raspberry jelly As I rub it on your belly, exotica, erotica, who's a sapricotica? Shottin' your, everything I want, is what you got in your [Trigg'nomm] If I tell you I don't love you, then you catch a fit If I tell you I still love you, then you wanna get lick Trigg'nomm, donna don, twelve twat like batons Move smooth like the Fonz, stay focused Life's ferocious, at times I feel hopeless Through the power you judge, keep a black man nourished Worth more than treasures, and all forms of pleasures Drastic measures, wish you had that, stay clever You here to legalize loyalty, whatever, man I'm feelin' you, eye to eye, sizin' up the real in you Reign bring pain, no gain if I ain't healin' you Flame it on the ill in you, claim me when you stealin' you It's your world, ma, it's the mentals I want Wish you had that, I wanna head hunt, protect ya [Champ] Now ya'll can tell me, who's the mack of all on The Champion, lay back to the mats and the front This ill thug, like the flip shit wherever I be For the Boogie Down Bronx to the Q.B.C. To the red light, to the green light, to the 1, 2, 3 Like S.W.V., get you weak in the knees I'm on a roll, out for the kill, make you jump like Dru Hill Touch me, if you want, never, you locked up You need a fist, get bruised, and black and blue'd the fuck up You need to touch up, follow my team and get lead to blow the fuck up Blow the fuck up, blow the fuck up [Chorus: Champ] Playas keep it movin', waste no time, waste no time Keep it movin', baby, movin' all night Playas keep it groovin', waste no time, groove it right Keep it grovin', ladies, groove it all night [Itchy Finga-Sha] Shorty plump plump, with the biggie rump rump Make the infer wanna hit me, huh, huh, huh Exchange friction, conversation got her drawers up You pussy fuck 'em, she was hold when he was knowin' Uncomfortable dims, get my props up to the ceiling Exchange combo's, and oh what a feeling Too late you can't escape the wait, available for the weak or great Collect some inner strength, next round, another four left Status is me on defense, I guess that's just my sequence Quick shift by, and four gas V.I.P. Six feet to R.I.P., rollin' wit The Massive The Massive, The Massive, The Massive, what, what [J-Boo] Who keeps it hot, who keeps it locked Who blowin' spots, since the red bees blastin' through your block Got you, pressure risin', body leakin' My team is shitty, I got you stinkin', no time for blinkin' Cash Rules, that's why I got fools to pack tools Diamond jewels, or brown star quality shoes I'm makin' moves on 'em, a platinum team gettin' ruled on 'em Protect Ya Neck, Massive style, spit and drool on 'em Drop a stool on 'em, what [Naisha] Once again up and bang this, nothin' changes Feet or hands to the world, with my language We be on a rapper famous, ill brothers givin' brain damage Hittin' horror, be with slammin' harder than a hammer Jump on rope, plus I slam you, with my boxing I be rockin', pro girls stomp it Always under siege, swingin' for a hip hopper Then I bring 'em on topper, so you know my shit is proper Hit you like that lah, have you open like an opera All ya'll fake rappers after '98, I stop you Drop you, darkness like Outer Limits To defeat the devil, cause he wasn't on my level, lyrically [Chorus 2X]
