Busta Rhymes - March lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo Hi-Tek, I think we got some sh** To smack they a** around with this trip n***a Here we go! Yeah, c'mon, yeah, let's go I-I think it's long overdue that we give it to n***as in a new way Yeah! Yeah (march) c'mon Yeah (march) let's go Nah I think this sh** is feelin so good we just gon' keep it goin Stay wit me! You better march (down here) All my n***as march (down here) C'mon, march (down here) I like how this sh** is goin, check it, aiyyo [Busta Rhymes] Y'all n***as know what's up, what the f**, aiyyo The God is back, muh'f**er get low Creep on a n***a and back the heat slow Shame that we caught you on the back street though Peep though, better chill when I'm tryin to speak yo Chop a n***a's sh** until they white meat show Hook right, never been this right befo' Light speed, hop up in the white G-fo' Huh! It's like shootin a free throw When you see the bullet flyin up out of my peephole Stack that cake, n***a bundle up the dough Got a whole lot of gats around in my humble abode Got a whole lot of crack for your corner the drug sto' Better know how to act's what I carry the toast fo' When you roll through the hood, you better run it round here Where the heater will spark, because we march (down here) [Hook] When we on the strip you know we march (down here) You gettin that money you better march (down here) If you a soldier n***a march down here And if you walk the Crip, you better march (down here) If you wiggle your back you better march (down here) Do the damn step b**h, march (down here) We do it for the hood when we march (down here) Rep it for the block, n***a march [Busta Rhymes] Huh! I've got a whole sh**load You know what it is, muh'f**er (FLIPMODE!) Don't ask me sh**, why? (When?) What? (How?) The plan was sick, we on Aftermath now! Got money to get, 'fore a n***a (sign out) My n***a that's with me, muh'f**er (ride out) You know you a puss, I think you better (hide out) b**hes in the club, I see they wanna (whyle out) Hmm, now I see your whole scheme We wreck the ship, while you n***as blow steam Blow somethin and create a whole new scene It don't even matter, murk somethin, knahmean? Police roamin in the back of the club Act like we ain't got a gat in the club You n***as better have respect {"around here"} 'Fore the eagle'll spark, that's how we march! [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Now throw your right arm straight out to the front like this Act like it's on the steering wheel Act like it's on the steering wheel Act like it's on the steering wheel Make your left arm sit up on that car window Wrist so froze it looks, unreal Wrist so froze it looks, unreal I got a old school nickname, Chilly Chill Check it - a lot of you n***as, see your sh** outdated (You ain't know?) Franchise player just got traded Mad ice like a n***a just ice skated Must blow, only if the 'dro, high graded (March) up on the strip to my n***as migrated Dry state, more they kinda dehydrated Lion's Gate money movin deals overrated Accordin to my mother friends I shoulda never made it (March) all my n***as just (march) here we go Take sh** from a n***a like repo Police look up in my little keyhole Worried about, all the sh** we sold Old news n***a, sh** about a week old (March) in the name of the paper we fold Whatever you want, you n***as weak round here We back the john, and co*k heat (down here) [Hook]