feat. Kymani Marley) [Chorus: Prince Be] we be movin' on up to the eastside where I can do my bid in a phat ass crib in the sky we be movin' on up
. Kymani Marley) [Chorus: Prince Be] we be movin' on up to the eastside where I can do my bid in a phat ass crib in the sky we be movin' on up to
up on his shoulder crystal clear slit him ear to ear, down to the rear, countin in this hemisphere so fear me dear I hit 'em up hard where it hurts then
see you lookin' at me sayin' How can he be so skinny and live so phat You know why 'cause I'm the maestro Yea, You know and I'm "Movin' on my wheels
's devour our pride Open up your eyes, recognize you gotta rise Bahamadia, what up, shortie? Word to the beatbox Get on and make it hot [CHORUS] [Bahamadia] Presents to be
all can go, don't need dough to shine All you gotta do is, be true to who you is I'm original and God is my influence Hip-hop, be bop, jazz, rock music
up They signed up n-ggas who locked up Prefer me a hood chick, Hollywood hoe's too stuck up Better step yo game up, n-ggas step yo change up 'Bout to be
up They signed up niggas who locked up Prefer me a hood chick, Hollywood hoe's too stuck up Better step yo game up, niggas step yo change up 'Bout to be
Immenslope] To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin, rollin Bowlin - spare me! Fuss ya hushed mouth mush Lush alcohol's excessive like a Jefferson Movin on up
Regal contraband On my way to the east to the laundramat Gotta wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I gotta do
ducktaped listen up The goon trace when they say Buck lift 'em up New York plates on the interstate shiftin up, what [Chorus:] Streetrunner gotta stop
tones But I don't care hey people get loud Jump on the stage can you hear me now? Step step uhh Like that Gonna get set up Ooh ooh come on are you movin
drop, knowin it's tight Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack Niggaz, screamin my name on
to death take time to mourn Be the ace in ah folded hand Stare in the face of a scolded man Come up missin' on the back of a soda can Go out like only
me die in his souls. I'll be ridin (jis) Ridin alone Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing
it's time to get stupid - here we go again Come on Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof ya'll Come on Stare at the strope -
mad hard off the bass Ya heard? A nigga gotta always make moves And continue to shine like Armourall on the shoes, what? Huh [Chorus x2] [Prince Poetry] Yo, I'm on
gotta live it up girl (live it up) (c'mon now) and all of my thugs (c'mon now (oh)) to everybody who be livin it up in the hood, on the block, everywhere