G-unit - Move That Dope lyrics

[Hook: Future] Young n***a move that dope Young n***a move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope (How much dope can you move, n***a?) Young n***a move that dope Young n***a move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope (How much dope can you move, my n***a?) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Clip in the K, whippin' and flippin' the yay 36 O's in a day, thumbing through pay When you do sh** the right way n***as ain't f**in' with me How they gone eat? I run the seam I got that work, b**h, I got it I got a few Maseratis, dope in my new Maserati That's a whole 'lotta new money Stash it, it's hotter than hell Movin' them squares in for real Servin' that broad, said yeah Either way you put it on, b**h, I'm good Triple salute b**h, I'm straight out the hood Triple beam, look what I got on the scale This is that dope boy life right here for real [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Buck] All this money, need a calculator I'mma a drop it off and get back at you later Shoes gator, suit tailored, cookin' chickens, we do cater Give it to your front door like newspaper Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters Plug showed up with two trailers Two flavors, what dude gave ya I got thirty cars in my front yard Hundred acres, no neighbors I finished up the white sh** 50 on the fight sh**, I might go to Vegas I keep up with who supposed to pay us Who cash out and who delay us Crash out if you try to play us Dope Boy Universal, all you can say is Young Buck move that dope [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] The future of the dope game, I'm mixing [?] and Bottega Veneta That's 60 a gram, I'm stretching the yams and making my cheddar Whippin' that coke like Patsy - 12 years of a slave Alphabet boys catch me, it's natural life in a cage Presidential on my arm, you need to work on your own I don't do consignment They think I'm 'inati the way that I shine [Hook] [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] In the kitchen with Rida Gang chopping an eight S-S-H-H, [?] all on my momma's good plates Dumped the the meth all on my face Should get an A up in Chemistry Murder the block on a k**in' spree Move the sh** fast as a centipede You gone need a fade to get rid of me Movin' that boy and that girl Take over life from the [?] Lean the pot all the way to the side Scrapin' the extras, need all of mine Call it a slave when I'm whippin' that brick 3-6 exorcist with the risk Bakin' soda water all in the mix All this work got us changing up sh** [Verse 5: Lloyd Banks] Paper stackin' in the path of evil b**h I'm dope in a platinum needle All my day; one's magazine you Play with the money and your head is see-through I'm paid in full; never had a sequel You nodded off; my rap is lethal I get one wish, bring back my people Brick on wrist, bookbags of diesel I'm icin' out my imagination Just due - never got that from waitin' Just wrote my movie, new chapter shapin' Pack the wall, clubs a**es shakin' Whose first? Take a dark ride in that hearse Makeup run down on your shirt Won't be no waitin' for reasons cause I'mma bomb first Sound like they using they work [Hook]