Move
Critical Bill Lyrics
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Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
I'mma ′bout to punch yo lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can′t stay still
I′ve been drankin' and bustin′ too
And I been thankin' of bustin′ you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in
"Oh girl", they′ll be mo dead
'Causin' confusion, disturbin′ the peace
Since not into lotion, we run in the streets-a
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
Is there a bumper on your ass, no nigga
I′m doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I′m D.U.I. hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Here I come, here I go
Uh oh, don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights, you hear that fuckin′ crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin′ through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up that's what I do
Young and successful a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck 'em true true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh aw wazzup, get my dick sucked, what are you doin′?"
Side linin′ my fuckin' business
Tryin′ to get my paper, child support suin'
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin′ T.V.'s
And jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain′t bitter, I don't give a fuck
But I'mma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Bring it, get ′em
Two zero, I′m on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin′ bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there′s hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels 'cause we robbin′ tonight
Beat the shit outta of security for stompin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Chris
I'm sellin′ shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it′s street clothes, we all street niggas
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin′ up niggas
I'm from the deck, tryna to disrespect DTP
And watch the bottles start flyin′ from the VIP
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you fagot motherfuckers make way for two zero
So, move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
The lyrics of Move by Critical Bill are quite vulgar and aggressive. The song is about the artist's frustration with slow drivers and people who get in the way of his success. The lyrics use a lot of derogatory language towards women and use violence to express the artist's anger. The chorus "Move bitch, get out the way" is repeated several times in the song, each time with increasing intensity. The artist is essentially telling people to get out of his way and let him do what he wants.
The opening lines of the song set the tone for the rest of the track. The artist is frustrated with people who are blocking his path and slowing him down. He threatens to punch someone's "lights out" if they don't move. He also suggests that he's been drinking and could become violent towards others. The artist expresses his desire to be left alone, free to do as he pleases. He also seems to have a lot of money and is dismissive of "groupies and gold diggers."
The rest of the song features violent imagery and aggressive language. The artist seems to be trying to intimidate his audience into letting him have his way. He is also trying to establish his dominance and assert his masculinity. The language is streetwise and graphic, with lots of slang and profanity. The song ends with a call to arms for other gangsters to join him in causing chaos and disruption.
Line by Line Meaning
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out of my way and let me do what I need to do
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
I'm serious, get the hell out of my way
Oh no, the fight's out
I'm angry and about to lose it
I'mma 'bout to punch yo lights out
I might actually hit you
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
Stay away from me or I'll hit you
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I'm itching for a fight or some action
I've been drinkin' and bustin' too
I'm drunk and feeling aggressive
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
I'm thinking about starting trouble with you specifically
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
I might hit you in the face
And if your friends jump in 'Oh girl', they'll be mo dead
If your friends try to jump in, they'll get beat up too
'Causin' confusion, disturbin' the peace
I'm here to cause chaos and disrupt order
Since not into lotion, we run in the streets-a
We don't care about being civilized or proper, we run wild in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
I'm not interested in anyone who's a fake fan or just interested in my money
Is there a bumper on your ass, no nigga
I'm coming up fast behind you in my car
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
I'm driving dangerously fast
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
If you're not driving as fast as me, move over or get hit
I'm D.U.I. hardly ever caught sober
I'm drunk driving and rarely get caught
And you about to get ran the fuck over
You might get hit by my car if you don't move out of the way
Here I come, here I go
I'm on my way and won't be stopped
Uh oh, don't jump bitch, move
Don't freak out, just move out of my way
You see them headlights, you hear that fuckin' crowd?
I'm coming and bringing a lot of attention and noise with me
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
I'm ready to perform and take over
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I'm going to make a big impact and leave my mark
I fuck the crowd up that's what I do
I'm a rockstar and perform aggressively
Young and successful a sex symbol
I'm attractive, successful, and popular
The bitches want me to fuck 'em true true
Women are attracted to me and want to have sex with me
Hold up, wait up, shorty 'Oh aw wazzup, get my dick sucked, what are you doin′?'
I'm busy and don't have time for your sexual advances right now
Side linin' my fuckin' business
People are getting in the way of my focus and goals
Tryin' to get my paper, child support suin'
People are trying to take my money, including through legal means like child support
Give me that truck and take that rental back
I'm in charge here and making demands
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s
I'm questioning expenses and cannot be pacified with frivolous purchases
And jewelry bitch, tell me that?
I'm questioning the value of jewelry
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
I'm not upset, I just don't care about your opinions or feelings
But I'mma tell you like this bitch
I'm going to tell you something straight up
You better not walk in front of my tour bus
Stay away from me and my crew or you might get hurt
Bring it, get 'em
I'm ready for whatever comes my way
Two zero, I'm on the right track
I'm doing well and moving forward
Beef, got the right mack
If there's a problem, I have the skills to handle it
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
I have weapons and I'm prepared to use them
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We're buying drinks and showing off our physical injuries like badges of honor
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
We heard there are women around, so we came prepared to impress with our cars
Grab the peels 'cause we robbin' tonight
We're going to steal something tonight
Beat the shit outta security for stompin' the fight
We'll hurt anyone who gets in our way, including security guards
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Chris
I'm drinking high-quality liquor and don't care for other brands
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
I'm selling drugs or other illegal goods in the club
Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas
I won't conform to dress codes, we're all from the streets here
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggas
We're dancing aggressively and starting fights with others
I'm from the deck, tryna to disrespect DTP
I'm from a group who disrespects DTP (Disturbing tha Peace)
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the VIP
Someone might throw a bottle from the VIP section in response
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
I'm not just a rapper, I'm also violent and dangerous
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
Bring your guns and start a fight, let's ruin this party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
Get out of my way, now
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for two zero
Everyone else better clear out to make space for me and my crew
So, move bitch, get out the way
I'm not repeating myself, get out of my way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Seriously, MOVE
Contributed by Landon O. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Deskinsd87
My favorite song to hear them play live, so much energy
@YaHomieSmoke
I remember when they played this in 2008 when they opened for Tech in VA.
@Deathmetal0726
Glad To Be At Both Concerts For The Filming And The Release. You Guys Killed It!
@rham1111
just heard this on 89x......kick ass song!!!
@davidvanbogelen
Man I miss you boys. -Jager Dave
@demonarcher1009
i keep trying to find myself in the video i was in every pit that night
@willbarduca
You guys killed it on this one!!!! Dope video, Luda needs to take notes
@raideroutlaws
I like this!
@austinmorandi7453
I went to them once i cant remember when but it was the shit and id loved it it was my first rave ever
@deathfearsnone
this is badass