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That Sh*t Lyrics - The Movement - Inspectah Deck

Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah 

Lets stand up y'all 

What up, we on the rise 

10304 types 

Move with The Movement 

Its like Roy Jones said 

What's that son 

Y'all must of forgot or sutten word 

Yo INS 

 

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We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls 

Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world 

I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks 

On some Wu shit, two chicks shootin' my flicks 

Might creep through ya town all wrong 

Half a bone, twenty inch chrome 

Illuminatin' off ya dome 

Like OT status, the one to get at 

Never sweat that, I'm focused at the X on the map 

Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached 

Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat 

Fuck the media hype, I'm into Stereotype 

Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice 

All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist 

Only for ayallytes with the target sliced 

Now the parasite blined by your neon light 

Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see 

 

Photos 

 

Heads get ripe off-a this 

Thug all night off-a this 

Ladies fight off-a this 

This is That Shit 

The Projects flip off-a this 

The trees get lent off-a this 

Crash your whip off-a this 

Cuz this is That Shit 

 

Yeah yeah, niggaz stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak 

We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat 

Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat 

No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's deep 

Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate 

Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque 

Been around the world, put a house on the hill 

But still greasy like the corner store grill 

We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price 

Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life 

See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on 

Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns 

Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit 

Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it 

Big boys step through, they all step aside 

They all mesmurised man, y'all recognise 

 

Heads get ripe off-a this 

Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness 

Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness 

In the pits where it's high risk, I work the Nightshift 

Like this, like that, put pressure on rap 

Cheques stack, watch a sex trap 

Shorty through an X in my 'yac 

Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact 

I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track 

Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and brown 

Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town 

Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big 

Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig 

For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks 

Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this 

Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't curb haters 

Don't quit ya day job, ya girl know the words 

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