Move
Rosie Hibler and Family Lyrics


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(Talking)
{Bootleg}I got some bad news for you Tony.
{Tony}Whut choo got?
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment.
{Tony}Whut you mean?
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment. The Columbian Drug Cartel
intercepted the whole
shipment.
{Tony}Those fuckin' guys every fuckin' time that happens! I
told you fuckaz to Stick N Move N get tha fuck outta there.
I see lots of people gots to die tonight fuck (Fading).
(Bootleg) Part 2, 19 muthafuckin 96, Bootleg tha
muthafuckin' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted by events in tha past, had an outlet to
be free from dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking,
but bitch you ain't no. I've been poppin' window panes, my brain
ain't tha same no more, movin' just like a criminal, but my mind
still carries me. I'm seeing the bloody images of tha tools that
bury me. Skeletons they walk with me, while holding my right hand.
My mother be weepin' N cryin' while I box with a deadman. Loc
tha AK, spot a family & kill 'em all. Take a butcher knife, &
spill some blood on tha fuckin' wall. Murder, you bitches better
understand, fuck a plan, bring tha bitches down right where they
stand. If you ever do that again, I wouldn't advice you to. 44
is good to go when I'm busting caps at fools. Takin' you hoes to
school. The books N desks, no crooks or police sketch. You bitch
& no arrest. You can try yo muthafuckin' best to stop a villain
on a killing spree. I'm living it so fuckin' hard & so easy.
Murder to tha first degree, gotta represent dividend, president,
flint, is sweet to me like peppermint. You'll never find my
fingerprints, so watch me getaway, murder victom, killer though,
free to strike another day. Hurryed to runaway, to get some Yahjl
back where I stay, tha fedz are like mosquitos in tha alley way.
I'm goin' to tha thang, take tha pain, 'cause I'm a ghetto champ.
Steal a quarter, & my whole neighborhood is like a prison camp,
food stamps & drug dealz is all a nigga know. Strut & Kokane,
got me addicted nigga pass tha blow. Pass that. Grab my glock
to make my getaway smooth. Close your eyez, no surprise, bitch
boom. Stick N Move...
CHORUS Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house,
sight that any. Here no evil see no evil, bitch N I done got away.
Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house, sight that any.
Here no evil, see no evil, bit
(Shoestring) Gangsta from tha streets. Muthafucka
don't make me bust ya, buck ya down. Quick to bury your ass &
then I bust some, whut tha fuck you quick to put it down N away.
Silencers be equipped so muthafucka there be no sound today.
Bring you to war, so playa haters lock ya door. AK 47 locstas
case up off tha floor. Riddlin' bout not can bout all tha stashes.
3 killaz with masses, all we leave is ashes. Take ya shit &
dashes, move away in tha caskats, fo' a murder got me breakin'
out in rashes. So we can reach N feel your ass, like hoes reachin'
fo' ya clothes, ain't no rump fo' ya toes. People with ammo is
creepin' down my block, str8'n with a glock, followed by a hollow
point shot. Betta watch yo aaass, a killaz creepin' up from tha
past, finger fast, & you be seein' fuckin' last. I'm a killa, so
don't fuck with this Grim Reaper, gonna go peep her, don't want to
hit you with this street sweeper. Down where I'm callin, niggaz
sellin' now you swellin'. Put it on them bitches, 'cause they always
tellin'. Click tha stick, so we be screamin' Fuck-A-lot, little
state which you ain't never saw from tha straw. So whut tha fuck
us hustlaz thinkin? Drinkin? Thinkin? Been thinkin better fuck
your mutha. Fuck that nigga with Shoestring. Slap it across your
hands & watch ya screamin' my polos bloody, my case was lookin'
kinda muddy. Stub with this bald head, fuck you dred, leave you
dead, through tha swamp. I'm so high, bitchin, tension, still kickin'
slim shit. S to tha H to tha O-E String 96 puttin' trix playin'
duece with dicks off that ass. So skutch me as I drop my grooves
as I pop that clip nigga lots. Stick N Move...
CHORUS
(Ghetto E) Ughhh, rat a tat to tha tat, I'm gonna
take him out his misery. Put his ass in a box & leave him as a
memory. See when you sleep, that's when we creep. Get on your
toes, knock you off your feet, damn, beep, N damn I peep. then
I know him or I, so I got him. Master Mass took my shit, then I
shot him. Left him bloody with no money. Cut his pocket, cocked,
seen his head, dropped it, popped it. Now I was rollin' like a
muthafuckin' bowling ball. Who's 10 whut? I'm sending him to tha
graveyard. Time to play, Eric Dorseys on another mission, I called
him Tony, Cody's in tha kitchen. Them niggaz talkin', conversation
on tha phone. Killa gone grabbed my chrome, I'm in his home.
That get it gone, put him in a headlock till I heard him choke.
So I used my kane, whip & slit his throat. Jody Jody's dead, now
this shit is smooth. Makin' money to get paid, Eric Dorseys on




tha move.
CHORUS

Overall Meaning

The song "Move In" by Rosie Hibler and Family is a hard-hitting rap song that speaks about criminal activities that are related to drugs and murder. The song is divided into three parts, and each section features a different artist, Bootleg, Shoestring and Ghetto E. The lyrics tell different stories about individuals who are associated with illicit activities, and the consequences that come with participating in such activities. The verses are raw and unapologetic with its message - to move in, take out and get away with the dirty work.


The first section of the song talks about the loss of a shipment of drugs to the Colombian drug cartel. Tony, the person in charge was warned to Stick N Move and get out of there, but he didn't listen. The rest of the song features the artists' experiences with criminal activities. They talk about killing people, taking their drugs and money, and making a quick getaway. The song's narrative is violent, gruesome and leaves no room for remorse.


The song has a strong message that speaks about the dangers and consequences of getting involved with illegal activities. The lyrics portray the harsh reality of violence and the negative effects of being immersed in a life of crime.


Line by Line Meaning

My memories get haunted by events in tha past,
The singer is haunted by past events, causing them to have disturbing memories.


had an outlet to be free from dirty visions at last.
They found an outlet to release themselves from these disturbing memories.


A brothaz out here stalking, but bitch you ain't no.
Someone might be stalking the singer, but they refuse to live in fear.


I've been poppin' window panes, my brain ain't tha same no more,
The artist has been taking drugs and feels that they have changed them.


movin' just like a criminal, but my mind still carries me.
Even though they feel like they are moving and living like a criminal, their mind is still in control.


I'm seeing the bloody images of tha tools that bury me.
The singer is seeing bloody images and it's making them feel like they will be buried by these tools.


Skeletons they walk with me, while holding my right hand.
The singer feels like skeletons are walking with them, and it's affecting their confidence and sense of security.


My mother be weepin' N cryin' while I box with a deadman.
The artist's mother is crying while they continue to fight through their struggles.


Loc tha AK, spot a family & kill 'em all.
The artist is advocating for senseless violence and murder.


If you ever do that again, I wouldn't advice you to.
The artist is warning against attempting to interfere with them again.


44 is good to go when I'm busting caps at fools.
The singer is ready to use a 44 gun to shoot at their enemies.


The books N desks, no crooks or police sketch.
They prefer a simple life with no criminal activity or police involvement.


You can try yo muthafuckin' best to stop a villain on a killing spree.
The singer sees themselves as a villain and is on a killing spree, and is challenging anyone who tries to stop them.


Murder to tha first degree,
The singer is willing to commit first-degree murder without hesitation.


I'm living it so fuckin' hard & so easy.
The singer is living a difficult life but also acknowledges that it is easy for them to do that.


gotta represent dividend, president, flint, is sweet to me like peppermint.
The artist is representing their community and finds comfort in the familiar, like their surroundings or a certain flavor.


You'll never find my fingerprints, so watch me getaway, murder victom, killer though, free to strike another day.
The artist plans to get away with murder and feels empowered by the idea that they could do it again.


Hurryed to runaway, to get some Yahjl back where I stay, tha fedz are like mosquitos in tha alley way.
The singer is in a rush to get away and get back to their safe place, while feeling like the authorities are constantly hovering and bothering them.


Gangsta from tha streets.
The singer identifies as a gangster from the streets.


Muthafucka don't make me bust ya, buck ya down.
The artist is warning anyone who might cause them trouble that they are not to be messed with.


AK 47 locstas case up off tha floor.
The artist is suggesting they have an AK 47 nearby and are ready to use it.


Riddlin' bout not can bout all tha stashes.
The artist is talking about all the stashes they have and how they need to protect them.


Take ya shit & dashes, move away in tha caskats, fo' a murder got me breakin' out in rashes.
The singer will take what they want and quickly leave, and are terrified of getting caught for murder.


Them niggaz talkin', conversation on tha phone.
The artist is overhearing a conversation on the phone between other people.


Killa gone grabbed my chrome, I'm in his home.
The singer is taking matters into their own hands and bringing a weapon to someone's home.


Makin' money to get paid, Eric Dorseys on tha move.
The singer is focused on making money and is always on the move to do so.


Here no evil see no evil, bitch N I done got away.
The singer is expressing relief at being able to avoid any repercussions for their actions, saying that they hear and see nothing and have gotten away freely.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Mark Wakefield, Mike Shinoda

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