The Lox – Move (Audio, Lyrics)

The Lox is not stopping as “Move” is unleashed. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Avedon & Scott Storch.

The Lox Move

The LOX didn’t let the summer go to waste without blessing us with a brand new project. Sheek, Jadakiss, and Styles came through with their pens still sharp, proving they’re still some of the finest to ever grace a microphone. Living Off Xperience brought it back to the essence with a slew of top-tier producers to help them bring the vision to life. Scott Storch comes through on a few tracks including track 2, “Move.” Alongside Avedon, the two cook up a sinister beat that’s accompanied by equally brooding bars. Styles, Jada, and Sheek swap bars over the two verses while Styles P comes through with a smooth, gleaming hook. “Watch what you say when we kick it, ’cause the shooters lookin’ at you like food,” Styles raps on the hook. “You been on the ‘Gram, on Twitter, on some bitch shit, talkin’ ’bout your boo/ But we don’t give a fuck, my n***a, coming though fuck boys better move.”

The Lox – Move (prod. Avedon & Scott Storch)

Lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Oh shit. Ah, man. Niggas say “yo, say something at the beginning, nigga, aight”. You know how I wanna say some shit when we talk about real shit, nigga. Ya’mean? It’s like “yo, nigga”. Yeah. Oh, we gon’, we gon’ come to life, nigga. We gon’ come to life, nigga. One more time. Rewind that

[Chorus: Styles P]
All this drip, all this money, all these jewels
All my niggas got these bitches like “oooh”
Watch what you say when we kick it
‘Cause the shooter lookin’ at you like food
You’ve been on the Gram or Twitter on some bitch shit talkin’ about your mood
But we don’t give a fuck, my nigga
Comin’ through, fuckboys better move

[Verse 1: Styles P]
You lookin’ at a winner (Look at me)
Probably go to Hell, got a black Jessica Biel, you lookin’ at a sinner
Kiss’ll get the bank
Louch’ll get the women and I’m laying up the dank
While I’m lookin’ for the link (I’m lookin’)
Is he talkin’ about wipe or a LLC, ya LP
Ignorant nigga, yeah, it’s nothin’ to tell me (Nothin’)
Lookin’ classy rockin’ [?] while pushin’ a Shelby
Got the Jack Boy elegance, mask is LV

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
You know when I get on a song I enhance it (Uh)
Monopoly with real money, I’ma chance it (Yeah)
Might lease the Lambo truck or finance it
Scared to death your whole life, you die frantic (Scared)
Plus I’m way smarter than niggas, that’s my advantage (Yeah)
Hudson in the crack spot was my Atlantis (Woo)
Young boys takin’ them penitentiary chances (Yes)
We was gonna make it no matter what the advance is

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Ayo, yo, he ain’t want it, and she don’t want it
I was thinkin’ ‘ bout them days whenI was drinkin’ ’em blunted
Run around with fake niggas I’ma keep it a hundred
I told that bitch she could drown if I ever go broke
I got two niggas to count on, put the [?] sound on
That’s silk like gown on, I’ma [?]
The guns’ll pop off
[?] long as you you got that money to drop off, I’m good (D-Block)

[Chorus: Styles P]
All this drip, all this money, all these jewels
All my niggas got these bitches like “oooh”
Watch what you say when we kick it
‘Cause the shooter lookin’ at you like food
You’ve been on the Gram or Twitter on some bitch shit talkin’ about your mood
But we don’t give a fuck, my nigga
Comin’ through, fuckboys better move

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Shout out my niggas that on the spot (What up?)
I could make niggas do dumb shit like Mona Scott
Need Narco money, Pablo and Gilberto (Hey)
Quarter pound the [?] my nigga, I get you shot (Facts)
Speak of the top five, three of us in the slot (LOX)
Name the other two and I bet you I get ’em popped (Bet you)
Tell Louchie kiss the spill and I bet you I get a mop (Bet you)
Pass me the blade and I bet you I get ’em chopped

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
It’s like this yo, you know the Styles, Sheek and ‘Kiss flow
It’s unparalleled to anything on mick show
Sort of like hardcore rap mixed with disco
Strain from L.A. and San Francisco
I’ma smoke most of it, maybe I’ll let the zip go (Maybe)
Around a bunch of young, wild niggas that let the clips go (Brrt)
Who can guarantee that the shooters’ll never miss though?
It’s either the cheebas, Cohiba or Montecristo

[Verse 6: Sheek Louch]
Too much crime, too much time on your hands to explain
Too many menaces to society niggas thinkin’ they Caine
Too many new generation rappers thinkin’ they Wayne
Like you came up with your own style, that shit is insane
But oh no, oh no, I look like “oh no, he didn’t”
Grams on the block where Nas made It Was Written
Kumbaya, this Musafa
The other black president, don don Barrack Allah (D-Block)

[Chorus: Styles P]
All this drip, all this money, all these jewels
All my niggas got these bitches like “oooh”
Watch what you say when we kick it
‘Cause the shooter lookin’ at you like food
You’ve been on the Gram or Twitter on some bitch shit talkin’ about your mood
But we don’t give a fuck, my nigga
Comin’ through, fuckboys better move