Move Back (ft Drag-on, Jae Mills, Cardan & Lenox Aveboys) (bonus Track) Lyrics - Osirus - Ol' Dirty Bastard

[Intro: E-Snaps] 

Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz 

Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo 

[E-Snaps] 

You doin' what you doin', let's get it 

Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em 

Hit 'em where the good Lord split him 

Introduce myself, go booth yourself 

In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro planed 

And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you feel 

Checkin' out the truck, check the wheels 

Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill 

Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right 

Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight 

Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights 

Now pop one in your head, that's all she said 

It's time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz 

Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams 

Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' banned 

Give 'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in 

[Chorus 4X: Meeno] 

Move back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh 

I'm from the click called N.I.B 

[Meeno] 

Next up, I believe that's me 

Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy 

Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground 

Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me 

Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe? 

Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two 

Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do 

Everybody sayin', boy too souped up 

Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up 

Who put, you too busy holdin' the stoupe up 

Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a 

I'm like Juve', I need it in my life 

Got fifty birds flyin' in, later on tonight 

Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice 

Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice 

[Chorus 4X] 

[Tony Wink] 

Who you know spit flows, get dough like I 

In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie 

Hit the links I've seen, back in late '95 

Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides 

Of course we gon' ride, ride over the competition 

The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is finished 

All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant 

Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes 

This to them fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin' 

I'm always on point and I'm always packin' my weapon 

You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in 

I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records 

Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it 

Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace 

I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless 

It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Interlude: Jae Millz] 

Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101, what? 

You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem 

Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem 

Harlem, right here, Harlem 

You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to this man 

You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh 

Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right 

They know what it is, man, remix 

[Jae Millz] 

Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place called NYC 

H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what party it is 

I'm still in the club wearin' sweats (hah) 

Milk ears with the money colored check 

Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the best 

Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz 

Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise 

Huh, your home boy game so raw 

And I ain't even gotta say my name no more 

Haters wanna give my name to the law 

But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can blame you for 

Might catch me in the 'Lac with Snaps 

Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno 

You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither 

And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move 

back) 

[Drag-On] 

This your boy to the dash 

Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass 

I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash 

Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath 

Three fifty Z, burnin' the Ave 

I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the glass 

I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face 

I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play 

I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse 

And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse 

I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just studio killas 

Nigga, I'mma killa in the studio 

I got guns that'll hollow a wall 

Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all 

Ya'll niggaz want hardcore? 

What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for? 

[Cardan] 

They ask, who's that, that's P-Cardi 

And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari 

You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me 

And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari 

Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me' 

But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed' 

Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz heart full of creatine 

But go against that, green, I go against your, brain 

And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life 

No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say what 

Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here tonight 

Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my right 

If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the kitchen 

Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin' 

I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't slippin' 

Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't 

[Terra Blacks] 

And if he know, what keep me little 

Think you know, I think it later 

See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter 

You up north, singin' just like Anita Baker 

Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker 

The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder 

Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster 

With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.) 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired 

Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it 

All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten 

I'm comin' off top, my moves are unwritten 

Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither 

But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever 

Women desirin', jobs is hiring 

Money admiring, never keep tiring 

Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job ever 

And I'm doing mine, holdin' it together 

While money quadruple, from playin' the cripple 

Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple 

Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin' 

The mic I'm rippin', the record skippin' 

The pussy drippin', the wet got me slippin' 

The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin' 

[Chorus 4X]