[Layzie Bone] Yeah, Mo' Thug [Felecia] C'mon [Chorus x2: Felecia (Layzie bone)] All life long Can we be in this forever? All life long (Our love lasts
sucka-free Thuggish ruggish til the day the lord come for me So watch out now!!! Them niggas on the roll Collectin' mo' triple-O, mo' triple-O zeros,
2000 plus 2 Ooh wee, yabba dabba doo (It's the Movement baby, this is The Movement) [Snoop Verse] Fo-fo in my bag, mo-mo in my glass Po-po's on my ass
[Skant Intro] This is a Thug World Order Callin' all thugs to the fuckin' front line The real motherfuckin' thugs Fuck them clones, fuck the imitators
[Intro:] All these haters and fakers I'm shakin' em All these haters and fakers I'm shakin' em All these haters and fakers I'm shakin' em, shakin' em
Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker New South Movement
another Then I rip another lyric furilla Gorrila power persona rhyme get money quicker C'mon c'mon c'mon Who drops the rugged on the tape huh' Shining like the sun on a hot day in jamaica making movements
need to be searchin No hatred, cause I'm a soldier for the Lord Wise, and I'm humble with that double edge sword (Hahaha, it's that "Thugs Revenge" mo
the love of the Benjamins Keep 'em leekin' an' bleekin' to dogs with his broads tremblin' I'm sendin' him 'til the Lord, calls my adrenalin You slow mo
money quicker (spliff star) C'mon c'mon c'mon Who drops the rugged on the tape huh' Shining like the sun on a hot day in jamaica making movements On
Yo throw the beat on Yeah yeah yeah Trackmaster Harlem World The Movement The Commisioner Cuda Love up above This shit is not a game Ya hear me? Suprise
[mase] Yo, throw the beat on Yeah, yeah, yeah Trackmaster Harlem world, the movement The commisioner Cuda love up above This shit is not a game Ya hear
I'll resolve em AK blastin no warnin, cant wait to jus be release Soon as I spit out tha barrel, niggaz betta move, I cant see No mo peeps, this aggrevated
For the love of the Benjamins Keep em' leeking and bleeking To dogs with his brawds trembling I'm sending him, till the LORD calls my adrenalin You slow mo
(feat. Ma$e, Cardan) [Mase] Yo, throw the beat on Yeah, yeah, yeah Trackmaster Harlem World, The Movement The Commisioner Cuda Love up above This shit
