I-20 - Move b**h lyrics

[Hook - Ludacris] Move b**h, get out the way Get out the way b**h, get out the way Move b**h, get out the way Get out the way b**h, get out the way [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Oh no! The fight's out I'm bout to punch your lights out Get the f** back, guard your grill There's something wrong, we can't stay still I've been dranking and busting too And I been thanking of busting you Upside your motherf**in' forehead And if your friends jump in, they'll be mo' dead Causing confusion, Disturbin' Tha Peace It's not an illusion, we running the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers Is there a bumper on your a**? No n***a! I'm doing a hundred on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the f** outta my way I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober And you abouts to get ran the f** over [Hook] [Verse 2 - Mystikal] Here I come, here I go Uh oh, don't jump b**h: move! You see them headlights? You hear that f**in' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and knock the curtains down I f** the crowd up - that's what I do Young and successful - a s** symbol The b**hes want me to f** 'em - true, true Hold up, wait up, shorty Oh what's up, getting my dick s**ed, what are you doing Sidelining my f**in' business Trying to get my paper, child support suing Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these f**ing TV's and j**elry b**h, tell me that No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f** But I'mma tell you like this b**h You better not walk in front of my tour bus [Hook] [Verse 3 - I-20] 2-0, I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back We buying bars out, showing scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the pills cause we robbing tonight Beat the sh** outta of security for stopping the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, f** the Belve and Cris I'm selling sh** up in the club like I work in that b**h f** the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street n***as We on the dance floor, throwing bows, beating up n***as I'm from the Dec', try to disrespect D.T.P And watch the bottles start flying from the V.I.P f** this rap sh**, we clap b**h, two in ya body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move b**h, get out the way ho All you f*ggot motherf**ers make way for 2-0