Movin` Weight lyrics

Artist  : Cam`ron 
Song : Movin` Weight



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 "Movin' Weight"
(feat. Prodigy)

[Cam'ron:]
(Chorus)
Why I feel like I'm losin' weight
Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight
Why my life depend on what I'mma do today
Why I can't move away
It's just you and me, without the scrutiny,
bit*hes screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies
4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy
Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in
pearls
Before a nigga under the world

When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled
me to the side 
And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit
You can't get paid in a earth this big, you
worthless kid 
Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a
motherf**ker 
if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and
preservatives
He got hit up that same night
Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game
been tight
Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here
Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I
swear
I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like
Western Union
Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his
set was ruined
Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes
cops
Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop
The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots
Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks 
Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends,
money
You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money
But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail
But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail
See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way
That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the
cog-na, hey
You wanna be a star, you have ya own day
From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed
Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was
I don't know what happened, all he did is what he
loved
That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary
f**k this rap shit, I'll die for mine,
motherf**ker

[Chorus(Prodigy):]

[Prodigy:]
I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall 
murder rap, clown niggas back down yall
Straight like that, yall niggas f**k around yo
Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all
fours 
Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth 
Is you fiend out bit*h, catch a gleamed bullet
I live the street life ya heard, guns money and
birds
Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls
Where I was placed, put between the wrong style
thun
Capital P, you know whats the outcome
Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
Don't let ya mouth get you in some sh*t ya legs
run from
For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes
Who real ??? check me out though
The most ill, more drama than Denzel
More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson
Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon 
it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit
and niggaz flashin' crazy

[Chorus(Cam'ron)]