Move Your Body - Z-Ro

You think this tattoo on my hand, is for decoration or something

Way before I was a loc, the desert eagle was already dumping

Rolling around in my dropper, looking out for the coppers

Cause I’m coming to pop ya, me and this trigger

You don’t wanna fuck with the King of the Ghetto nigga

Hey Mr. preacher man, yeah I know the bible

I’m not in love with murder, I’m in love with my own survival

Pardon me if I’m wrong, but I really don’t give a damn

As long as after the bullets stop flying, I walk away with my gun in my hand

Nigga don’t run up on me, you could die for less than that

I’m about to pitch this fast ball, and your head neck and chest is at bat

You ain’t gotta like me, but I bet you gon' respect me

And I bet I wear a dress, before I let somebody check me

I been running around in this ghetto a long time, I’m doing just fine

They don’t hang they drag, I’m talking about these nuts of mine

You ain’t gotta believe me homie, just run up and try me

You’ll be dead, or hooked up to an IV

Top shotta make you move your body, or you can lose your body

Move your body, me don’t want no scariness around me

Move your body, or you can lose your body

Top shot doc’ll make enough weapon, to bruise your body

Move your body, or you can lose your body

Move your body, me don’t want no scariness around me

Move your body, or you can lose your body

Top shot doc’ll make enough weapon, to bruise your body

(Rude boy), what’s happening my nigga shit what’s cracking

(please don’t act a fool boy), shit you know I’m trying to chill mayn

Nigga looking at me funny though

(cause we don’t need no yellow tape, around the dance hall tonight)

Shit I’m trying to get fucked up anyway, (that's right) alright

I really be trying to chill, but haters be looking at me all upside my head

As if they plan to color me dead

And stick me for my bread, before that happen I’ll end up in the FED

Doing a triple life sentence, for what I did with an infrared

I get a rush when I bust heads open wide, I could damn near die

I get a feeling all over my body, just like a PCP high

My weapon is with me at all times, never leave home without it

Or my attitude, ain’t nothing friendly about it

You might get the best of me, but I doubt it just ain’t gon' happen

I’m for real about this gangsta shit, but you just think I’m rapping

Community never losing is what I’m down with, progression

I know how to put my pistol down, and count my blessings

The graveyard, is full of homies that died

I probably put your homie there, if your homie was fucking with mine

Even though a true warrior prays for peace

I’ma empty the whole clip, until the day I’m deceased

One in the oil, and sixteen in the clip

Top shotta keep it good, good cream in the zip

When me fly my desert eagle, you’ll do a full flip

Me will fear no man, me don’t want no scary buisness

Might be lying, no one will see me when me wild like this

Just don’t push me button, everything remain crisp

Had to do somebody new, it was a real thing mess

All of y’all picking them, cheers after me love stick

And I boom boom good, but not gon' fall in love with

Rule one lift the punani, and focus on rich

And if that boy test me, and me dig a bigger ditch

Those fools will keep me busy, miss and chop another clip

And fifty shot the clip, and then me shot a punk bitch

My eyes are everywhere, rude boy me run this

Skip town, or you when me out the mighty come kiss

I am one you shouldn’t really fuck with