Move It Over Here
演唱：ShyheimMove It Over Here (Explicit) - Shyheim
Lyrics by：A. Quinn/S. Franklin/I. Booker/Lord Finesse
Composed by：A. Quinn/S. Franklin/I. Booker/Lord Finesse
Produced by：RNS
That's a big bad **********a comin' your way
One two one two one two one two
Hey yo Shyheim wassup baby
There be a lot of shorties
Out here rockin' the mic
For like one or two singles but
They don't keep comin' at 'em baby
You got to come non-stop like
Consecutive blows to the head dome
Bad gotta keep 'em movin' non-stop
Gotta keep 'em movin'
That's all I got to tell
Just keep 'em movin'
Hey yo what's goin' on
Nowadays brothers keep testin' me
Tryin' to get me open and
Take out the best of me
They pull up rough get snuffed and then bust
When I kick that old underground funk stuff
That's comin' atcha better run from the rapture
Before I gat'cha I'm buckin' shots atcha
Buck-buck-buck means you punks better duck
Kid you're outta luck
Try to flip you get stuck
By the Wu-Tang sword
Oh Lord you shoulda bucked south
I'm spittin' out on brothers
Straight from my mouth
You just been ripped now
Watch your blood drip
Right down your lip and
Then I'm ghost in my whip
Take a sip I'm the candyman
I got sweets
For all the sweet MCs that
Fake funk in the streets
Gotta move it over here
Yo keep 'em movin' shy
Gotta move it over here
Gots to keep 'em movin' baby
Gotta move it over here
Non-stop non-stop like this
Gotta move it over here
Yo I said I wasn't gonna say no more but
I got a little bit more to say
Shyheim you gotta keep 'em movin'
Baby gotta keep 'em movin'
They can't **** with you
Up comes a shorty sneaky one
Armed with the loaded gun
****'s on lock 'til I'm done
Bad little bastard I'm a rugged child classic
How could you ask it when you know that I rips it
Check how the shy flips his tongue like a pro
Fifteen years old with nuff skills to flow
Props damn right kid
You know I got lots
If rockin' hip-hop was
A crime call the cops
Become a wanted man who
Was forced to be a fugitive
A shorty outta Shaolin
Isle with somethin' new to give
You want to hear it
It goes a little somethin' like this
The Wu-Tang click is comin' thick
If I must be the setter
Then I'ma have to set it
Forget it that's your
Last buck don't even bet it
If it's rough then it's
Right and I'm never goin' left
I'm not a comedy but my jams pack mad def
My napsack's full with mad goodies
My click keeps a low
Profile with black hoodies
You want to see me flop
Well how can you figure
'Cause bein' rough and
Rugged's doin' well for a nigga
Gotta move it over here
Yo over here shy
Gotta move it over here
Yo move 'em over here shy
Gotta move it over here
I don't care where you
Move 'em just keep 'em movin'
That's all I want you to do baby hah
Back in the flesh it's
The want to get buckwild
From give for Staten Isle it's
The return of the rugged child
I'm no pimp but I walk
With a slick limp
And I catch a dunk off
The funk like Shawn Kemp
I be the beat of the rugged rhyme freaker
To blow out your speaker
Got more soul than sneakers
I swing the parties with
The tunes that I hit many bit
But then I zipped up that lip quick
I keep it smashed when they
Dash for my cash they get blast
And slapped on that a*s real fast
I'm supposed to be the best when they flex
Don't get vexed just put that mess right to rest
I'm an enemy 'cause my style is not public
Don't dub it 'cause my flow is masteredly rugged
Gotta move it over here
Here I know
Shy is tellin' me keep 'em movin'
That means if I gotta pull
A biscuit out your head and tell you
To get off the wall that's what I'ma tell ya
'Cause he's comin' hardcore for ya unh unh
Gotta move it over here
Yo keep 'em movin' shy
Gotta move it over here
Like over here shy
Gotta move it over here
Yo keep 'em movin' shy
Gotta move it over here
Yo keep 'em movin'
Lyrics by：A. Quinn/S. Franklin/I. Booker/Lord Finesse
Composed by：A. Quinn/S. Franklin/I. Booker/Lord Finesse
Produced by：RNS
That's a big bad **********a comin' your way
One two one two one two one two
Hey yo Shyheim wassup baby
There be a lot of shorties
Out here rockin' the mic
For like one or two singles but
They don't keep comin' at 'em baby
You got to come non-stop like
Consecutive blows to the head dome
Bad gotta keep 'em movin' non-stop
Gotta keep 'em movin'
That's all I got to tell
Just keep 'em movin'
Hey yo what's goin' on
Nowadays brothers keep testin' me
Tryin' to get me open and
Take out the best of me
They pull up rough get snuffed and then bust
When I kick that old underground funk stuff
That's comin' atcha better run from the rapture
Before I gat'cha I'm buckin' shots atcha
Buck-buck-buck means you punks better duck
Kid you're outta luck
Try to flip you get stuck
By the Wu-Tang sword
Oh Lord you shoulda bucked south
I'm spittin' out on brothers
Straight from my mouth
You just been ripped now
Watch your blood drip
Right down your lip and
Then I'm ghost in my whip
Take a sip I'm the candyman
I got sweets
For all the sweet MCs that
Fake funk in the streets
Gotta move it over here
Yo keep 'em movin' shy
Gotta move it over here
Gots to keep 'em movin' baby
Gotta move it over here
Non-stop non-stop like this
Gotta move it over here
Yo I said I wasn't gonna say no more but
I got a little bit more to say
Shyheim you gotta keep 'em movin'
Baby gotta keep 'em movin'
They can't **** with you
Up comes a shorty sneaky one
Armed with the loaded gun
****'s on lock 'til I'm done
Bad little bastard I'm a rugged child classic
How could you ask it when you know that I rips it
Check how the shy flips his tongue like a pro
Fifteen years old with nuff skills to flow
Props damn right kid
You know I got lots
If rockin' hip-hop was
A crime call the cops
Become a wanted man who
Was forced to be a fugitive
A shorty outta Shaolin
Isle with somethin' new to give
You want to hear it
It goes a little somethin' like this
The Wu-Tang click is comin' thick
If I must be the setter
Then I'ma have to set it
Forget it that's your
Last buck don't even bet it
If it's rough then it's
Right and I'm never goin' left
I'm not a comedy but my jams pack mad def
My napsack's full with mad goodies
My click keeps a low
Profile with black hoodies
You want to see me flop
Well how can you figure
'Cause bein' rough and
Rugged's doin' well for a nigga
Gotta move it over here
Yo over here shy
Gotta move it over here
Yo move 'em over here shy
Gotta move it over here
I don't care where you
Move 'em just keep 'em movin'
That's all I want you to do baby hah
Back in the flesh it's
The want to get buckwild
From give for Staten Isle it's
The return of the rugged child
I'm no pimp but I walk
With a slick limp
And I catch a dunk off
The funk like Shawn Kemp
I be the beat of the rugged rhyme freaker
To blow out your speaker
Got more soul than sneakers
I swing the parties with
The tunes that I hit many bit
But then I zipped up that lip quick
I keep it smashed when they
Dash for my cash they get blast
And slapped on that a*s real fast
I'm supposed to be the best when they flex
Don't get vexed just put that mess right to rest
I'm an enemy 'cause my style is not public
Don't dub it 'cause my flow is masteredly rugged
Gotta move it over here
Here I know
Shy is tellin' me keep 'em movin'
That means if I gotta pull
A biscuit out your head and tell you
To get off the wall that's what I'ma tell ya
'Cause he's comin' hardcore for ya unh unh
Gotta move it over here
Yo keep 'em movin' shy
Gotta move it over here
Like over here shy
Gotta move it over here
Yo keep 'em movin' shy
Gotta move it over here
Yo keep 'em movin'