Makin' Moves

(Verse 1) (Daz Dillinger) I grab a bottle of gin and take a swig of my drank I got a half ounce of bomb so I light up the dank Smokin, chokin, hopin that the day goes smooth Ain't no tellin, cuz a nigga right here might lose I choose to do it G like it's supposed to see Funky fresh in the flesh it's the D-A-Z Call my nigga on the phone tell him it's poppin again I got a fifth of Henn now the story begin It's been a long time comin Runnin, gunnin ya niggas back and forth See I don't need no support See I do it by my lonely, so fuck ya phonies All you niggas and you bitches don't really know me See I dump from the gate, huh, loaded with hate Rob ya for ya cake, and be on my way I'm so mafioso, out the fo' do', niggas 'round here don't know, so (Sean T) Heavy in the game, unpredictable Inner thought, heated is heavy You can tell motha fuckaz turn pale Ain't no love for you other niggas up and pluggin niggas You ain't shit without your homboys y'all ain't pullin triggaz Rock mail is irrelevant I rise up and cause shit since an adolescent I've been breakin laws takin jaws everyday ghetto life Got me kinda Alamo But still I got pulled like a trigga nigga way sicka You don't wanna see a whore anyway in fashion I'm Sean T, and I stay lit off the gangsta passion So picture me mobbin a SUV When I'm duckin and dodgin steady robbin Fuck the police I got you open like a split wound Goin like you on shrooms I'm shinin like a diamond, brighter than a full moon Make room, hungry niggas ride fa sho' Avoidin detours, haters, and the sheisty 5-0 (Chorus X2-San Quinn) I see a pile of gold I got my hands in it Gotta eat so we think 'till we stand in it Niggas move smokin fast when they land in it Cuz they runnin up them bitches and the lavish shit Sounds of us can never have enough If you comin with the bullshit then back it up Sounds of us can never have enough If you comin with the bullshit then back it up (Verse 2) (San Quinn) We get it at a low price shit hit the streets Now we all in the lime light shinin Rhyme right, for my wrong niggas after long figgaz Gettin fake ballers never payin gold diggers Roll wit us, we sucka free Make ten mil at least Where young niggas gotta keep a heat JT makin moves with San Quinn at his side Ready to ride, from East to Westside Fillmoe to Long Beach out the crest side KC to Detroit we got ties Make the crowd rise when we drop a rhyme We got to shine, makin moves after mine (JT The Bigga Figga) Circulate, rotate we keep it crackin Boss game, DPG, Get Low factors You want action, hotel to motel where we all make mil Bust sales it's so real Live shit, work now and floss later Countin the cakes you knucklin up with the haters And the playaz, stuck in the lab it's been official Ridin the tracks and we act to get a issue It's official, comin to get you we makin moves we the dudes Holdin them tools we got news for the crews On the underground pushin them tapes Keep the business over West you talkin shit in my face, bitch (Millo) The streets is watchin, like I'm watchin the streets 24 around the clock, I'm gettin my grease My young souls, keepin it crackin From the Bay to LA, tryin to stay lavish Orientated, keep it in the family Niggas can't handle me, cuz I'm so savly Marinated, and leadin the team Hooked up and got tucked with the GLP Recognize game, when it's in your face Hard hittaz, hustlaz, on a paper chase We gettin laced, by the finest in the West When we hit the front do' we demandin our respect (Chorus X2-San Quinn) I see a pile of gold I got my hands in it Gotta eat so we think 'till we stand in it Niggas move smokin fast when they land in it Cuz they runnin up them bitches and the lavish shit Sounds of us can never have enough If you comin with the bullshit then back it up Sounds of us can never have enough If you comin with the bullshit then back it up