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Artist: Tinchy Stryder
Album:  Move (S)
Song:   Move
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

yeah it's stryder man... and we're live in the booth...
and we hear this you better start bangin' ya head to this one...
move to this one... we're live... move move move

[Chorus]
let me see you move loosin' up yourself & move
put your hands up find a corner bang your heads and move
stryders here so move keepin' on steppin' move
just make sum noise raise your voice lose your voice and move

let me see you move loosin' up yourself & move
put your hands up find a corner bang your heads and move
stryders here so move keepin' on steppin' move
just make sum noise raise your voice lose your voice and move

[Verse 1]
I'm stryder boy I'm right I'm a black belt to the
mat and witta little bit of truth no rules no fairytales no hands to the facts
and I know dem boys dat have so much when ya open ya mout
 don't say so so and if ya get runnin' ya mouth in the streets
ya might get caught on my gat it's just changed
you could git caught on ya own it's ya own you did't change ya tone
and I face with dem boys dat looked toned
and your facin' dem boys with the steel 6 of em weight bout a ton of steel
best not mess when the boys get rude where you think
I'm a send you pluck ya pockets git back to the watch n get real

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
find a corner make a rep bang your records
make the biggest noise don't be scared to let it out
and raise your voice do you rep and were you reppin'
rep it for ya boys cause life is real
and nowadays people still play with toys
so just know wut ya doin' know ya self out here and watch wut ya sayin'
watch yourself on ya own can't git rude out there wut ya sayi
 blud yo just know wuts happenin' all the streets
and wuts poppin' don't ask the wrong thing just move
don't need to react just move

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
now I've been told I can't be controlled
hit me up on the rest then I'm skippin' the intros
throwin' on west skippin' them gypo's
make them musicals round the round make my flow
the shit tho see I pick off the mark good head
start I should't have gone bang
nine times I bark I make ya run boys with clubs
set to make you run too many men heere all south
don't worry stab them slit them
jump over barriers once there is a band full of true hustlers
now we battlers yeah we true battlers more battlin' to the end
four clips to the end then I break sum bad boy up in the endz
I'll break sum men bad boy to the end four of em bad to the end

[Chorus]