K.I.M. (Keep it Movin)

[Hook: Tek (Steele)] When the booms bye close (yo we got to Keep It Movin) When your shorties act up (aiyo, we got to Keep It Movin) When the spilly get hot (straight up, we got to Keep It Movin) When shit just don't stop (yo, son, yo we just got to Keep It Movin) [Steele] Whose that knockin at my door? Hope it's a friend of me, cuz we at war wit the enemy We keep eyes out for spies, out in our cipher All man trifler, if I'mma take a life, then I'mma die a lifer Unless I control the stress, ease off roll off the set, get wit Tek Walk around again wit Mr. Brown and his Jamaican friend Never to sleep again, unless I want my life to end [Tek] Take a rest blood, let me take watch of the battlefield Mr. Ripper MP, do these'll kill Any and every enemy befriended we Don't believe the forefront of the industry Cuz your man makes the brain feel soothin Constant elevation, so we gotta Keep It Movin [Hook: Steele (Tek)] Now when ya set gets hot (we got to Keep It Movin) And when it's time to get dough (we got to Keep It Movin) It's time to big up the spot, kid (so let's get it movin) Gotta let these heads know (time to get it movin) [Steele] From dusk to dawn, I get it on wit the world I face drama that trace from me, back to my momma So to be a man, the plan is to never sit Where I lay my head to rest, at night, less my guns right Under my pillow or right near me Nightmares don't scare me, but what happens at night, got me leary So fear me, cuz I'm like the ones that truce Wit somethin in the mid section for protection I reckin you, take a second or two To recollect for a few, while I connect wit my crew And Keep It Movin, and get rocks to bill Blocks to seal, dome, ya big up cops to kill [Hook: Tek (Steele)] When we on to the con game (yo, it's got to Keep It Movin) When it's cee-lo, bank is low (we got to Keep It Movin) When the dough run out (straight up, we got to Keep It Movin) When the stash is gone (aiyo, we got to Keep It Movin) [Tek] We comin through, all you hear is ten boots stompin Got you shittin in you're drawers, just starin, lookin, watchin What's our next move? Hope it's not in you direction Cuz you know you're fucked up and left home without connection Coward ass niggas want beef wit the ruckus in us Pawn box that ass, and shift ya back to ya sender It's all about reality Now follow me, into the thoughts of a high mad man Knuckles all swollen, blood drippin from my hand Kinda lost it for a sec, cuz I snap now and then Every since the beast threw his Glock to my chin Now I'm livin wit the grudge for the fuzz Pullin off the buds on the corner wit a group of hooded thugs Whose the herb of the day? Don't hate and pay to the cause That keeps us off all day, I rip the pocket, O.G.C. did the shootin This milli's gettin blown, so we got to Keep It Movin