Move Mean - E-40, J-Diggs

Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean

BIATCH!

He was from Richmond, one of the sickest places in the Bay

Nah, he was from Oakland, Frisco, Berkeley round that way

Over there by Telegraph?

Nah, over there by Ashby

Why did they find his body in Fairfield?

Don’t ask me

A neighborhood MVP, programmed to go

But everybody in the Bay Area knew he had it comin', though

His mama was a ho, daddy on blow

Never been to church so he never had a soul

But it’s just an example of how that shit go

Modesto and Sacramento

Stockton and Tracy, Pinole, Pittsburg, Antioch and Vallejo

Northern Califoolya, West Coast to the death

They call me 40 Water, hold water on my chest

From the Hillside to Crest, they say my city’s a mess

One minute a baby’s born, next minute he laid to rest

Law enforcement under-staffed, we put the police to the test

A nigga die with two thumpers on him first time he wore a vest

That’s why (BIATCH!)

Move mean, move mean

Move mean (You like how I’m movin', huh?)

Move mean (Tryna see what I’m doin', huh?)

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I’m out here, right where the knocks at

Got the 40 Glock, cocked in my jock strap

Tinted windows round here, better park that

I don’t play, I put one in ya hard hat

I’m too slick, Diggs quick to move

When I get in a nigga’s ass, I got shit to do

Player-slash-coach, I call the shots

And just like a roach, I know all the spots

I’m all in the attic and under the house

I’ll wake ya ass up with a gun in ya mouth

I switch cabs, cars and buses

Might work a neck brace or borrow some crutches

I come through limpin', hoppin' and bustin'

Can’t find who I’m lookin' for, I’m poppin' his cousin

Shit gettin' funky, I’m the talk of the town

Hits anything movin' and knockin' it down

Move mean, move mean

Move mean (Fillmore Rich)

Move mean (What up, 40? Yeah)

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Fillmore Rich what up 40 yeah

Bang bang, motherfucker, this is what it is

Reputation alone carry about a hundred years

Feds say we selling dope, these niggas tellin' jokes

I’m a star, niggas watch me through a telescope

Rap shit is easy, shoot it like a free throw

Opportunity knocking, I’m watchin' through the peephole

Product of the projects, powder in the Pyrex

I was only nine, introduced to the process

Money being made, that’s why they hate me

In the lab cooking, looking like a bakery

Fat nigga clean, lookin' like a million

Good with my words, give a bitch the right feelin'

Fillmore legend, speak to 'em like a reverend

Tryna see a mill before a nigga go to heaven

3 Story is the gang, Street Cred the machine

I’m a Frisco boss, a young dude move mean

Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean

BIATCH!

Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean

BIATCH!