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letra de move on - doom shop productions

[verse 1: ?]
as i move on through this game, shiftin’ gears, gangster, time
time is hard, [?] them [?] dirty popos, f-ckin’ devils
more demons, more murder, the scandalous
the [?] you dig, the [?] is so thick, and who do you trust?
these b-tches and snitches follow the [?]
doomshop, [?] on the block, follow my plan, get my ass in
straight from the south, let’s make a deal
blow all that nitro, always stay real
got ’em so fat that we start takin’ [?]
[?] f-ck in the game
itchin’ for n-ggas from the underground, time to get paid, i [?] by the pound
then i will fade back to the north, like a true player, held by my walls
come up like soldiers, punk i told you
witness this pimpin’, this [?] player
ain’t sh-t shakin’, but the leaves on the tree
i really don’t think you wanna f-ck with me
ain’t sh-t shakin’, but the leaves on the tree
i really don’t think you wanna f-ck with me

[chorus: ?]
doom shop, doom shop
doom shop, doom shop
doom shop, doom shop
doom shop, doom shop
doom shop, doom shop
doom shop, doom shop
doom shop, doom shop
[verse 2: ?]
so much precious, so much [?]
so many of that motherf-ckers in jail
with this love, so i don’t bother
who really knows, blood thicker than water
so i stay smoked out, but i’m on top of things
hoes droppin’ soap while the players still maintain
shakin’ with a big yalk under the seat, [?] trick, who’s gonna [?]
pray, think about my homies that’s dead, shot in the head, suicide
who really knows, so i move on, high as a bird, smoke with them tones
poor broke young black [?], leavin’ no trace, leavin’ no clues
i has another home, where is a player strong
crack the b-tch’s dome, or leave her alone
much love to my kids, please forgive me
for bringin’ you into this f-cked up society
peace to my n-ggas from n-c, and all the dead homies wherever you be

[verse 3: mr. greg]
n-ggas so high, i don’t know why these fake-ass b-tches wanna run their lip
makin’ n-ggas come equipped with the pistol grip, and a loaded 7-shot clip
buckin’ them all down, when they make me clown, their ass in a studio
everything is business, [?] player for keys, [?] a hoe
so, if you wanna go to the toll with mr. greg, mane
it won’t be no thing, i let my nuts hang in this biz’, so come equipped mane
’cause i will play that sh-t, n-gga suck a d-ck and get the f-ck off
the thirty-eight n-gga play [?] in your chest, ’cause i told you it’s on
run, duck and dodge, n-gga, i don’t give a f-ck
peace out to my n-ggas in the mound, gettin’ down
for the f-ckin’ mega blunts
motherf-ckin’ n-ggas with ana’, here’s the [?] for you b-tch-boys
ain’t sh-t shakin’, i can see it in your eyes
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me, boy

- doom shop productions

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