gotta keep, I gotta keep, I gotta keep on movin I gotta keep, I gotta keep, I gotta keep on movin Bridge: Its 1999 yall, and we still represent C-BLOCK
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down south (lets go) Lets take it down south (lets go) yayo, ross this is D- Block this is D- Block this is D- Block this is D- Block Lets take
the spot and locked the whole block Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin' Gun players regular front page is the bonus Life will keep
loving And at the C L E V E L A N D And we get bucked on the block, block, block, block And nigga remember I said weed this for we And all them niggas
and dash And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass They telly and me never want to see no Oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga's ends
verse 2: o.c. the sinister ] It goes one for the money, two for the show Everybody in the game know how it go It's a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta dough Keeps
Intro: Keep on trying, You can never hold me down You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C
's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair How I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block
the world and expose my God gift I was grown with hard end, many obstacles and fights But I learned to heal my scars, like them doctors doing life Keep it movin
on my face 'cuz I know fear non' (Fear non') Me and my team got a scheme to go light the block up Skips movin' work and wacko poppin' the chopper I
trouble right now? C'mon) (You want trouble right now? C'mon) (You want trouble right now? C'mon) (You want trouble right now? C'mon) You want trouble? C
I say, keep your hands up! Get out the car now or I'm forced to shoot!" *gun cocks* [WC] Fuck that... [cops] He's movin'!! He's movin'!! *car speeds
down hustlin rocks on my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your
Texas, hittin corner on them slabs Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C A mill' on mine rolled back
get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'
The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs
' free throws They packin' and 'bout to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stoppin' cars like a roadblock They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin
