* 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

[Repeat 
*]

OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get 
the F**K back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay 
still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' 
you
Upside ya motherf**kin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh 
gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since 
not into lution', we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and 
golddiggers
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 F**K outta my way
I'm 
D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the F**K 
over

[Repeat *]

BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! 
Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, there I go
UH OH! 
Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that f**kin' 
crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock 
the girlies down
I f**k the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and 
successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to f**k - true true
Hold up 
wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu 
doin'?"
Sidelinin' my f**kin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child 
support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these 
f**kin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't 
give a f**k
But i'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front 
of my tour bus

[Repeat *]

Bring it, get 'em

Too bad I'm on 
the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump 
pump, 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 cuz we robbin' 
tonight
Beat the s**t outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of 
the remy, f**k the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' s**t up in the club like I 
work in the bitch
F**k the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street 
niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from 
the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' 
from the V.I.P.
F**k this rap s**t, we clap bitch, two in your body
Grab 
ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way 
hoe
All you faggot motherf**kers make way for 2-0
So...

[Repeat *]