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[talking:] Move around, be bout your way Do some'ing, beat your feet baby get on Do some'ing, you wait for me get you some currency Huh 2-G, go down huh, look feel it [Mr. 3-2:] Baby beat your feet, I ain't even trying to hear it Move around or be down, I need no interference Move around, I got things to do people to see Plans in motion, keeping my hands on currency Move around, cause it ain't gon fall out the sky Cats is caught up, playing the game too fly Move around, bumping with all that procrastination Trying to get over, with all that lame conversation Bouncing and shaking, you gotta give me some space New era bringing terror, we dropping it in your face Move around feel it now, I got everybody tweaking Catch the five going live, and worldwide we got em peeping Roaching and leaching, you trying to scheme on a plot I'ma let you have it, with the automatic glock You better get out, if you know what's good for ya Be on your way, cause I don't really love ya [Hook: x2] Move around, if you ain't talking bout nothing Letras de cancionesMove around, all up in my face with that fronting Move around, be bout your issue or bump it down Get in where you fit in, or get left behind [Mr. 3-2:] The spot done got hot, so I gotta move around Relocate, can't be in the wrong place at the wrong time Move around, city to city state to state I got bidness to tend to, and money to make Move around, handle what and do what you do Don't be bringing that bullshit, round Mr. 3-2 Who is you, I suggest you turn in another direction Go on with that plexing, scratch out and get to stepping Move around it go down, we got it crunk with no stopping You think, I don't know some kinda way them people watching Paper's the only option, put it all on the line Gotta hold to a nine, so it's best you move around On the next thang smoking, no joking I'ma shake ya On the flip taking trips, to Cancun and Jamaica Take a word of advice, be ready to make a track So never get too comfortable, or live a bit relax [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2:] Move around get gone, pass on by Give a playa room, taking the piece of the pie Move around I'm gritty and known, for boss hogging F-150 Harley Davidson, screens hauling Move around, quick fast and leaving no traces Stacking big faces, on my notations Papers get cruel, and moves are made By the big ol' boss, G.O.V. I'm Kool-Aid Move around, the game's begun and I'm on it Starving and I'm hungry, deleting all opponents I want it it's mine, gotta have it by all means Leaning off coedine, my pockets addicted to green Move around, I'm feeling me on how I grew up Turn out by this game, now I'm screwed up For life forever, that's how it go down And if you really sick, come on and move around [Hook x2] From Letras Mania