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dance until it don't move

Drop the needle in the groove like whatchu got to lose?
Come through, mic check 1, 2, 1, 2

The dopest on the whole East Coast,

my fucking movement
Gotta stay 10 toes cause these niggas plotting
And I gotta keep it real my team know I got it
I came this far so there ain't no

eyes under lokes staying low and alert
Couple guys by my side bound to thurst for the hurt
Chasing everything I want and getting all that I deserve
You

eyes under lokes staying low and alert
Couple guys by my side bound to thurst for the hurt
Chasing everything I want and getting all that I deserve
You

handoffs and handouts
But can’t run a damn route
Aint got no type of plays
Got nothing planned out
We did the most down south
We did bad all by ourselves

I was born down in Texas, but Atlanta where I'm made
I'm a East Atlanta nigga, boy that's just where I stay
I'm a A-Town nigga 'til the day that I

time soon
I follow you by the scent of your perfume girl
Take me to the backroom
It's only me and you girl

There's no room for disappointments
& no need

a piece
My mind is never at ease
Easily taken and blown by the slightest breeze
Looking up north, looking out west
Roaming down south and i cleared the east

and the sea swept hills

He had saved many lungs of breath by then, in a sack hid under his armpit

cnd so, he just up and leapt into the sea below


Movement

ladas into tree
Whilst Midlanders and Brummies
Die by bollocks to the knee

Let the Welsh choke on their national song
A daffodil in hand
East

You can see it on my face
Drop them tears for the people who couldn't see me here today
Keep it moving through this movement
Cause my life is like

Memories of East Texas

Michelle Shocked

Short Sharp Shocked

1988

hay in June
Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn
By an old October moon

I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I

Send Him Our Love

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well,
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day

The way she throw that ass drop it like it's down some 
The way she throw that ass drop it like it's down some 
The way she throw that ass drop

Wanna ride 
By my side 
Feel alive 
For the night 
See the movement 
Let it die 
Go to mine 
Open wine 
For the time 
The illusion 
Go do what you do

Depressed by the stress
Of knowing we living a lie
Got some of us waiting anticipating
For that moment to die
Ready to leave the battlefield
Drop that sword

and stuff (come on)
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks
Sold-out

and stuff (come on)
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks
Sold-out

Bella Maria

Franky Perez

Poor Man's Son

2003

The Drop2 by Stevie Ray

She was eighteen years old
Young and out of control
A Catholic school girl with ruby red lips
With that she pulled me close

Movement
Movement
Movement
Movement
Money gon change how you walk
Money gon change how you talk
Money might open the door
But it won’t keep that shit

and white I been blind by sun rays and sunshine
I'm not mad I been kind
Boom pow! Gun smoke!
How far do the tight rope go? (Ohh)
How far tight rope go? (How

on every block, hood to hood

Red Hook, Fort Greene, Canarsie
Hood to hood
Far Rock, East New York, QB
Compton, Long Beach, IE
Hood to hood
Southside

East Coast

Das EFX

Dead Serious

1992

the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you

The hustle so
We just moving piece
By piece
Chasing a check
Checkmates and it's
Chess both making
They mess that
Milk get old crying it
Spoiled build destroy