K.I.M. - Smif-N-Wessun When the booms bye close yo we got to keep it moving When your shorties act up aiyo we got to keep it moving When the spilly get hot straight up we got to keep it moving When sh*t just don't stop yo son yo we just got to keep it moving Whose that knocking 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'ma die of 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 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 soothing Constant elevation so we gotta keep it moving Now when ya set gets hot we got to keep it moving And when it's time to get dough we got to keep it moving It's time to big up the spot kid so let's get it moving Gotta let these heads know time to get it moving 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 something in the mid section for protection I recking you take a second or two To recollect for a few while I connect wit my crew And keep it moving and get rocks to bill
Blocks to seal dome ya big up cops to kill When we on to the con game yo it's got to keep it moving When it's cee lo bank is low we got to keep it moving When the dough run out straight up we got to keep it moving When the stash is gone aiyo we got to keep it moving We coming through all you hear is ten boots stomping Got you shitting in you're drawers just staring looking watching
What's our next move hope it's not in you direction Cuz you know you're f**ked up and left home without connection
Coward a** niggas want beef wit the ruckus in us
Pawn box that a** 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 dripping 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 living wit the grudge for the fuzz Pulling 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 shooting This milli's getting blown so we got to keep it moving
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Knuckles all swollen blood dripping 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 living wit the grudge for the fuzz Pulling off the buds on the corner wit a group of hooded thug
