Right Now

Lyrics

[Intro] Right now What's happenin'? Me, nigga Santana The Great Right here and now, holla at ya fuckin boy (Jones, Killa, Freekey) August 19th, "From Me to U" (Charlemagne, holla at ya boy) Dipset, Dipset, YEAH! Okay, okay (we movin' in) Ain't waitin for nothin' (..no), hit the drums... [Verse 1] Hocus pocus, I hold the toasters I wake up in cold sweats, I know there's ghostses The ghost approaches He spoke, said me bein' asleep awoke him I ain't understand So I give up, then I realised He was tryin' to tell me to stay up Over focused Man this beat is like a backed up toilet, I just overflows it So ferocious, like coke and dope is I'm a classic like cans of Coca-Colas I roll with rollers, hold with holders Shoot with shooters, troop with troopers Got two Medusas, I use as boofers I use as movers, they transport that shit for me I can't afford that shit to be Sittin' in the truck, boy that too tall a risk for me Soon as the package touched down, I'm ready to work Soon as the crack is cut down, I'm ready to work I'm ahead of you jerks You step, and I squirt My weapon disperse, extra lead with the squirt Ya head'll go first, ya neck'll be next Ya arms'll be fine, ya heart'll be mine Got the heart of a lion, pumpin' through my chest Runnin' through my blood, comin' through my flesh 'Til there's nothin' left, motherfucker Motherfucker, Dipset, bitch [Interlude] Yeah, yeah Dipset/Byrd Gang, Vol. 1 in the motherfuckin' streets now "From Me to U" coming soon, holla at ya motherfuckin' boy August 19th (YEAH! YEAH!) We on a mission, on mission to move Move and roll over everybody in the motherfuckin' way Holla at ya boy, Dipset, Juelz Santana (YEAH! YEAH!) See sometimes I talk fast, you gotta slow me down I'm movin', I'm movin', I'm movin', I'm movin' I'm movin', I'm movin', I'm movin', FUCK OUT MY WAY NIGGAS! PLEASE! YEAH! OKAY! (Yeaaah) Hold me down, man Game almost over... OKAY! I'm movin', I'm movin' (right now) [Verse 2] My niggas grind through the streets hard Sell coke in the open like they applied for police cards And I ride with the piece hard Peace God Live and die for my G squad, please God Show me a different route I'm still in that kitchen route Get the pots, that pyrex vision out Put it in, sit, whip, then get it out Cook it, then, cut, clip, then give it out That's what this shit's about That's when the pits come out, the lights get dark And the bitin' starts All the vikings march like a striking march And the vultures come like how roaches come Through the middle of ya crib like they know someone This is not a game We are not the same You 'bout a O of a hard, I'm 'bout a block of 'caine That's a big difference, that's a lot of change I'm a hotter man, in a hotter car Switchin' hotter lanes, I'll show you how to do it Dipset, motherfucker [Outro] YEAH! Yeah, yeah, okay Like I told you The motherfuckin' album "From Me to U", August 19th Byrd Gang, Vol. 1 in this motherfucker Jim Jones, Killa Freekey Zekey, get home motherfuckin' soon Hell Rell, holla at ya boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay I'm movin', I'm movin', I'm movin', I'm movin'