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letra de move that dope - g-unit

[hook: future]
young n-gga move that dope
young n-gga move that dope
aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(how much dope can you move, n-gga?)
young n-gga move that dope
young n-gga move that dope
aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(how much dope can you move, my n-gga?)

[verse 1: 50 cent]
clip in the k, whippin’ and flippin’ the yay
36 o’s in a day, thumbing through pay
when you do sh-t the right way
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
how they gone eat? i run the seam
i got that work, b-tch, i got it
i got a few maseratis, dope in my new maserati
that’s a whole ‘lotta new money
stash it, it’s hotter than h-ll
movin’ them squares in for real
servin’ that broad, said yeah
either way you put it on, b-tch, i’m good
triple salute b-tch, i’m straight out the hood
triple beam, look what i got on the scale
this is that dope boy life right here for real

[verse 2: young buck]
all this money, need a calculator
i’mma a drop it off and get back at you later
shoes gator, suit tailored, cookin’ chickens, we do cater
give it to your front door like newspaper
two twenty on the dash, i lose haters
plug showed up with two trailers
two flavors, what dude gave ya
i got thirty cars in my front yard
hundred acres, no neighbors
i finished up the white sh-t
50 on the fight sh-t, i might go to vegas
i keep up with who supposed to pay us
who cash out and who delay us
crash out if you try to play us
dope boy universal, all you can say is
young buck move that dope

[verse 3: tony yayo]
the future of the dope game, i’m mixing [?] and bottega veneta
that’s 60 a gram, i’m stretching the yams and making my cheddar
whippin’ that c0ke like patsy – 12 years of a slave
alphabet boys catch me, it’s natural life in a cage
presidential on my arm, you need to work on your own
i don’t do consignment
they think i’m ‘inati the way that i shine

[verse 4: kidd kidd]
in the kitchen with rida gang chopping an eight
s-s-h-h, [?] all on my momma’s good plates
dumped the the meth all on my face
should get an a up in chemistry
murder the block on a k!llin’ spree
move the sh-t fast as a centipede
you gone need a fade to get rid of me
movin’ that boy and that girl
take over life from the morte
lean the pot all the way to the side
scr-pin’ the extras, need all of mine
call it a slave when i’m whippin’ that brick
3-6 exorcist with the risk
bakin’ soda water all in the mix
all this work got us changing up sh-t

[verse 5: lloyd banks]
paper stackin’ in the path of evil
b-tch i’m dope in a platinum needle
all my day; one’s magazine you
play with the money and your head is see-through
i’m paid in full; never had a sequel
you nodded off; my rap is lethal
i get one wish, bring back my people
brick on wrist, bookbags of diesel
i’m icin’ out my imagination
just due – never got that from waitin’
just wrote my movie, new chapter shapin’
pack the wall, clubs -sses shakin’
whose first? take a dark ride in that he-rs-
makeup run down on your shirt
won’t be no waitin’ for reasons cause i’mma bomb first
sound like they using they work

- g unit

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