E-40, Big Rich, J-Diggs - Move Mean lyrics

Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean
BIATCH!

He was from Richmond
One of the sickest places in the Bay
Nah, he was from Oakland, Frisco
Berkeley round that way
Over there by Telegraph? Nah
Over there by Ashby
Why did they find his body
In Fairfield? Don’t ask me
A neighborhood MVP, programmed to go
But everybody in the Bay Area
Knew he had it comin', though
His mama was a ho, daddy on blow
Never been to church so he never had a soul
But, it's just an example of how that shit go
Modesto and Sacramento
Stockton and Tracy, Pinole, Pittsburg
Antioch and Vallejo
Northern Califoolya, West Coast to the death
They call me 40 Water, hold water on my chest
From the Hillside to Crest
They say my city's a mess
One minute a baby's born
Next minute he laid to rest
Law enforcement under-staffed
We put the police to the test
A nigga die with two thumpers on him
First time he wore a vest
That’s why (BIATCH)

Move mean, move mean
Move mean (You like how I'm movin', huh?)
Move mean (Tryna see what I'm doin', huh?)
BIATCH!

I’m out here, right where the knocks at
Got the 40 Glock, cocked in my jock strap
Tinted windows round here, better park that
I don’t play, I put one in ya hard hat
I’m too slick, Diggs quick to move
When I get in a nigga’s ass, I got shit to do
Player-slash-coach, I call the shots
And just like a roach, I know all the spots
I’m all in the attic and under the house
I’ll wake ya ass up with a gun in ya mouth
I switch cabs, cars and buses
Might work a neck brace
Or borrow some crutches
I come through limpin', hoppin' and bustin'
Can’t find who I’m lookin' for
I’m poppin' his cousin
Shit gettin' funky, I’m the talk of the town
Hit's anything movin' and knockin' it down

Move mean, move mean
Move mean (Fillmore Rich)
Move mean (What up, 40? yeah) bIATCH!

Fillmore Rich what up 40 yeah
Bang bang, motherfucker, this is what it is
Reputation alone carry about a hundred years
Feds say we selling dope
These niggas tellin' jokes i’m a star
Niggas watch me through a telescope
Rap shit is easy, shoot it like a free throw
Opportunity knocking
I’m watchin' through the peephole
Product of the projects, powder in the Pyrex
I was only nine, introduced to the process
Money being made, that’s why they hate me
In the lab cooking, looking like a bakery
Fat nigga clean, lookin' like a million
Good with my words
Give a bitch the right feelin'
Fillmore legend, speak to 'em like a reverend
Tryna see a mill before a nigga go to heaven
3 Story is the gang, Street Cred the machine
I’m a Frisco boss, a young dude move mean

Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean
BIATCH!
Move mean, move mean, move mean, move mean
BIATCH!