Black Rob - Watch Your Movements lyrics

Lights, camera [Verse 1: Black Rob] Your man Black on the rise Address the lies as those who plan my demise Through the white man's eyes, I came through with guys The same guys who gave the whole hood pies, this was back in '95 How the lame dudes lie Talking about how I changed my strive, when I was locked inside Brothers identified Understand they only getting three tries, then the heat gon' fly Now it's me, you and I Top of the world, but it's still do or die, can't wait for you to fry As I scream "bye, bye" I notified, personified, who am I? The occasional fly? Mr. Fourth of July Sometimes Mr. Shoe, Shirt and Tie Get the loot, hit'em high, big sevens slurve by And people like it's the nerve of I Nothin' worse than I [Hook: Akon] I came home from doin' time, it's do or die, ain't losing I've been roaming through and wide ??? just cruising Thinkin' 'bout these goons alive, but the truth is I ain't losin' Ain't no time for you and I, so you better watch your movements [Verse 2: Black Rob] Mr. Unorthodox Plus we got the weed on lock, couple C's gon' pop ? in the drop We comin' through with some brand new drop Dope phat, don't stop This is serious knock The workshop is so hot, honeys rockin' their pants No tops, and we hit the whole flock Next year, anticipate it like Pac Y'all the laughing stock, with the strength of an ox I locked down a couple blocks up top, and let my young gunners rock Makin' sure your head bop The same cat that took your watch, the same cat that went to war with Ed Cox This is just another notch Family, the bars rep for those who drink bourbon instead of scotch Man, just give me my props I'ma invest in the stocks Plus turn back the hands of the clock [Hook: Akon] [Bridge: Akon] I got locked for moving crops all day Circle blocks in a different drop all day The fat not made them watch all day And they still couldn't deal with me And now I'm home, it's still hot all day On the block where they toting Glocks all day As long as the shots don't rock my way Then they won't have to deal with me [Verse 3: Black Rob] Since the day of my birth I was comin' up the worst, snatch the purse Put my hand up her skirt, put the body in the earth Then I thought what's it worth Now forever, I'm cursed, I'm cursed Bowin' down in the church Tryna' pray to stay away from the hearse And away from the nurse, make my rap thing burst Man, this is for the fans, fans who slam dance like Fred Durst Understand it's my turf So put your boys in reverse, before I have to call ? to do work Sittin' high on your perch See, I came from the dirt No name in the game, I'm the hurt This is just another perk It's for those puttin' out that street sh**, come through with that jerk Certain words I blurt Fam, you can get a price on your head Then some holes in your shirt [Hook: Akon] [Bridge: Akon]