DMX Follow

[dmx]
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr..
Mm..

Chorus: dmx

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh
I gots to take a block and make it boom {*boom*
I take the car and hit it with this boom
Now come on, lets get that money!

[dmx]
Its two oclock and Im just about to hit the street
Til I knock off this rock I dont get to eat
Sometimes thats like thats the only reason why I hustle
Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil muscle
Aint no real dough, thats why a nigga feel so frustrated
I hate it, seein crab niggaz that made it
And Im robbin cats just as broke as myself
Livin foul and aint lookin out for my health, where
s the wealth?
Not in new york, cause niggaz talk about goin out of state
Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight
Wheres my plate nigga? Im hungry too
So ima do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew
Niggaz that aint never had, and doin bad
Wont be bad to get up off that stoop lookin sad
Grab your bags, its about to go down
We goin to this hicktown, lets get the lowdown, on how they get down

Chorus 2x

[dmx]
I gots to make a move and make it soon
Gots to take a block and make it boom
We comin through so make some room
Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up
This kid black is the only thing that could fuck it up
The purple top ? thirty-five smalls a ring of games?
But ima crush him with the black 40 double-ls
I send two niggaz back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
Its four in the mornin, we on the block creepin
Killin the cash, while yo ass is sleepin
Look here, Im what they call a true hustler
Cause nigga if I aint know you since I was like six
Then I dont trust ya
And well bust ya over somethin petty like a few dollar
s
Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla (ahhhhh!)
You think Im here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow
And fuck the po-po, nigga keep a fo-fo

Chorus 2x

[dmx]
I spend my money on niggaz cause niggaz get me rich
And a bitch aint doin shit but suckin my dick
Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong
Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin the cash long
Shit is good, because niggaz gettin what they been wantin
And we see the same shit, other new york niggaz frontin
Stick up kids huntin, but I aint got no love for em
I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em
Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us
And I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us
So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house
Its holdin em strong, its a stash house
I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts
And when them niggaz keep they count correct, I dont riff
But I aint tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit
Aint tryin to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch
I aint a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run
If I dont make it, then fuck it, let me d
ie near a gun
Got bitches to transport without an escort
Im makin moves from d.c. up to westport
Local police aint a problem cause they dont even stress us
It be them atf niggaz that have you under pressure
Just so you know, aint gon never put my glock down (why nigga? )
Cause Im a hustlin motherfucker, and Im holdin my block down

Chorus 2x