Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: Rotten Apple Song: Make a Move Typed by: bro0klyn@hotmail.com [Lloyd Banks] I'm Back, Nigga [Chorus- Lloyd Banks] I'm a G-Unit nigga and that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze And that'll make 'em move Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind My lifestyles to fast to take my time I got to get in position to make her mind Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine You know I got my nine Think twice 'fore you cross that line You must've lost your mind Thinking you can off my shine [Verse- Lloyd Banks] Shorty got it shaking, I'm waiting to take her home Its hot as hell in here and I'm thinking of patron I know a couple different ways I can make her moan When I'm done wit her, she'll want to take a nigga to Rome Give me a hour, I'll have her blowing up my phone Like a stem to a stone and she wont leave me alone Million dollar nigga, I get it and show off Hit the dolga give me a minute wit your boss I'll fold you, New York fitted and gold cross To the Rover, holster, over the shoulder I'm the sickest thing spitting in a while Your plane ain't the same, Its different when I fly South side playa, play around and get popped 24-hour stake out on your nigga block Don't get your views confused wit hip hop 'Fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hook drop [Chorus- Lloyd Banks] I'm a G-Unit nigga and that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze And that'll make 'em move Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind My lifestyles to fast to take my time I got to get in position to make her mind Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine You know I got my nine Think twice 'fore you cross that line You must've lost your mind Thinking you can off my shine [Verse 2- Lloyd Banks] Yea, From what I hear, niggaz don't like me Its funny, they want to be just like me They bummy, its jealousy more than likely The money, done made a nigga all icey 4 figure ring, that boy doing his thing VVS bling, my chain long as a swing Boulevard King, But known in Beijing Fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring 69 scrapper wit the up and down pumps Murder is forever, don't fuck around once Bottle after bottle, I down 'em until I'm drunk If you ain't chipped in, don't come round my blunt Grimy and gritty, New York City's top gun First nigga act up, gets a hot one BPV, the bottom to top dun I get there, I gets it, I'm done, one [Chorus- Lloyd Banks] I'm a G-Unit nigga and that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze And that'll make 'em move Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind My lifestyles to fast to take my time I got to get in position to make her mind Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine You know I got my nine Think twice 'fore you cross that line You must've lost your mind Thinking you can off my shine [Verse 3- Lloyd Banks] I don't know bout you, but I'm doing it for the Q (Queens) Wood brand new, size 22 shoe Use your money, don't let your money use you I got crews view, you know the usual My life's beautiful, my pockets full of bread Get out of pocket, I'll play soccer wit your head And that girl ain't your girl, know the difference BOY (Boy) Pussy kill more niggaz than a liquor store I left something on her when I seen her She was rubbing it in like Noxzema She real cute, big titties and hips and she pretty convincing A video vixen If you looking for a mack, I fit the description Chicks see him, take pictures, and kiss him Back block nigga, I get it and I'm good I'm hood, living life like you should [Chorus- Lloyd Banks] I'm a G-Unit nigga and that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze And that'll make 'em move Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind My lifestyles to fast to take my time I got to get in position to make her mind Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine You know I got my nine Think twice 'fore you cross that line You must've lost your mind Thinking you can off my shine N.Y, New York That Is Y'all Know the name I handle my biz, KID