Watch How You Move

[Produced by Psycho Les & Roc Marciano] [Chorus: Yummy Bingham & Busta Rhymes] These streets is watchin' the way you move (Watch how you move nigga) So be careful in all that you do (Watch what you doin' nigga) If you shittin' where you eat it might cause you trouble And this ain't nothing that I've heard Only what I've learned Mark my words So please don't sleep (Don't you do that) Or the wolves come to eat (Them niggas hungry) And they sniff you out And make you a target Boy better run for cover (Run for cover nigga) Are you hearin' what I'm sayin? Cause you know them boys ain't playin' When that thing go "POP!" Better hope it ain't for you [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Yo, early to rise As I'm recollectin' I'm cookin' That thing up for breakfast One of my sons'll Go get the paper While I'm robed up Louis house slippers Nasty stocking cap on Smoking a [?] while I plot on another caper Respectively, see I've been genetically blessed To move like I'm a G-F Designer cigars and pinky rings Ain't no question how we move on bigger things On the patio speakin' of old connecs My Dominican/Puerto Ricans Pablo Augustus and Miguel Filejo They be speakin' with strong accents And have they soldiers shoot you, pendejo Re-aligning the link after the convo Gettin' back to it fast Compadres papered up Probly floodin' my stash Booty-makin bitches be countin' my cash Walk around wearin' nuttin' Diesel as fuck Cellulite dimples in they ass Peep the way how I prosper And I prophet Gettin' cook and then grindin' it up While I make sure these niggas ain't try'na line me up (Gone!) [Chorus: Yummy Bingham & Busta Rhymes] These streets is watchin' the way you move (Watch how you move nigga) So be careful in all that you do (Watch what you doin' nigga) If you shittin' where you eat it might cause you trouble And this ain't nothing that I've heard Only what I've learned Mark my words So please don't sleep (Don't you do that) Or the wolves come to eat (Them niggas hungry) And they sniff you out And make you a target Boy better run for cover (Run for cover nigga) Are you hearin' what I'm sayin? Cause you know them boys ain't playin' When that thing go "POP!" Better hope it ain't for you [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yo, I think this moment's lookin' spectacular Very eventful and special Detail, in-particulars is essential Emaculate from the talk to the dress-up All the way down to the coke in the kitchen Shallah, please do the cheffin' stuff! [The sound of bottles breaking shifts the beat from hip-hop to minor-key, organ beat] [Chef's Special: Raekwon] "Yo, what the fuck happened? Yo, slap him Yo Rhymes, put the mac in his mouth" I slipped, "No you di'int This nigga is slippin'" Different nigga from the kid we used to fuckin' wit' I'm out in [?] And this coke's frozen Nigga, suck a dick Bust' popped him Shot him in his wind pipe I stabbed him in his hand Bust' shot him again Six million grams in the sink Down the drain I'm to blame We the [?] Got to call the connect up "Papicito, catch the train now!" It's war in the world We both riders They comin' in gliders Hear the wings pull up We wool up Bullet-proof boxers and socks Two twin choppers, the Glocks Was 30-shot; new joints. We both toxed Then he walked in... leather 'n chucks Old sneakers from the 80's A crazy, my columbian pops This is a wild caper Fresh off the block To the yachts [Beat fades out]