Keep It Movin
B.G. Feat. Mannie Fresh Lyrics

I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit
I have many rhymes to share, and they are all fiercely delivered

Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip
I'll give you what you expect, so stop talking

I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit
I have plenty of money and women to enjoy

Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff.
If you try to interfere, you will meet an unfortunate end

Talk about load ya clip, and O's you flip.
You talk about drugs and guns, but you have none

When you ain't holdin shit but droze and dick.
When you have nothing to your name except for drugs and sex

Roll the spliff, take the toke
Light up the marijuana and inhale

You either gittin cake or broke
Either you're making money or you're struggling

You can stay awake or (??)
You can choose to stay alert or fall asleep

Take a note, take a vote
Pay attention, and make a decision

Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or I shake ya boat.
Either win the victory by a great margin or retreat, or else I will cause trouble

Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath
Raise your glass, I make a promise to keep rapping

To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat
To make money, and own luxury homes

Bad hoes, (??)
Attractive women, something more is implied but not clear

See the snake, (??) leave faith then they hate to go
Watch out for those who betray you, they regret it after they leave

Yo, Its to late to blow
It's too late to make a big impact

Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low
You are spending money on prostitutes, and that's why you are broke

Shyne Po, I keep it (??) like I'm supposed too
My name is Shyne Po, and I behave as expected

In a hard top something fronten
Riding in an impressive, expensive car

I must of (??) died, came back as a rapper
I nearly died, but now I am a rapper

Scareface, smith and eights, in my life after
I'm involved in violent activities, such as carrying guns and drugs

Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick
I carry dangerous weapons, because the situation can become intense

In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich
In the world of criminals, everyone is trying to become wealthy

I'm two shells from hell, you can tell I'm made for this life
I am very close to death, indicating that I embrace this way of living

District (??)
An unclear reference to a particular area of a city

I don't give a fuck, cuase I'm'a do me
I don't care what others think, because I will live life my way

Till them hollow points, rip through me
Until I am fatally shot with hollow-point bullets

I was born to die, live for what
I was born to eventually die, so what's the point of life

Plush slut, bucks, guns and ?duffs?
Possibly referring to a lifestyle of luxury, promiscuity, money, and weapons

Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen
Spent many hours cooking and dreaming

Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin
Watching the drug mixture boil, stirring it, and inhaling its toxic fumes

Keepin America high, and why wouldn't I
Contributing to the drug epidemic in the US, and why not

Gangstas don't talk, we beat the case and walk
Criminals don't cooperate with the authorities, we get acquitted and leave

Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn
I have a lot of money to make, and bullets to fire

Stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn
Your time is up, and you will meet your demise

Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead to learn
Many people only learn from their mistakes after they die

Pastor Rev. Sermen, Ya learnin
A religious leader is giving you guidance and wisdom

Ima wild card to play, guard ya pay
I am unpredictable, so hold onto your money

Goodbye's hard to say, cause ya moms to pray
Saying goodbye is difficult, because it makes mothers worry and pray

Ya lookin odd and gay, I'm modern day
You seem strange and uncool, but I am fashionable

Ima rep till I'm hard and gray, pardon me (may)
I will represent myself until I'm old and gray, excuse me if I'm mistaken

Ima make it hard today, bombs away
I will make things difficult for others today, watch out

Lunach grenades, at your (??) and blaze
Throwing dangerous explosive devices, causing destruction

Calm ya rage, I ain't even on ya page
Relax, I'm not your enemy

Ya see-through like lingerie, guns in a large array
You are transparent and easy to read, while I have many weapons

Hit tha door, kick the raw, spit that law, spits some more
Rap lyrics to indicate leaving, consuming drugs, and continuing to rap

Everybody hit tha floor, I'm quick to draw
Everyone quickly falls down, and I immediately brandish my gun

Flows like hittin bitches raw, to sick to cure.
Rap verses like unprotected sex, too intense for a cure

Fload/Coat/Drop the top, and keep it gangsta
Drive around with an open convertible top, while maintaining a tough attitude

Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta
Behaving in a wild, flashy way while remaining tough