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    Chorus 2x: Ludacris

    Move bitch, get out the way
    Get out the way bitch, get out the way
    Move bitch, get out the way
    Get out the way bitch, get out the way

    [Ludacris]
    OH NO! The FIGHT'S OUT
    I'ma bout to punch yo... LIGHTS OUT
    Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
    There's somethin wrong, we can't stay still
    I've been drankin and bustin' too
    and I been thankin of bustin' you
    Upside ya motherfuckin forehead
    And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo dead
    Causin confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
    Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
    So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
    Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
    I'm doin a hundred on the highway
    So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
    I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
    and you about to get ran the FUCK over

    [Chorus]

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    [Mystikal over second chorus]
    BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
    BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

    Here I come, here I go
    UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
    You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin crowd?
    Start that goddamn show, I'm comin through
    Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
    I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
    Young and successful - a sex symbol
    The bitches want me to fuck em - true true
    Hold up, wait up, shorty
    "Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?"
    Sidelinin my fuckin business
    Tryin to get my paper, child support suin
    Give me that truck and take that rental back
    Who bought these fuckin T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
    No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
    But I'ma tell you like this bitch
    You better not walk in front of my tour bus

    [Chorus]

    [I-20 over second chorus]
    Bring it, get 'em

    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 buyin bars out, showin scars out
    We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
    Grab the peels cuz we robbin tonight
    Beat the SHIT outta of security for stompin the fight
    I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
    I'm sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
    Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
    We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz
    I'm from the DEC, tryna to disrespect DTP
    And watch the bottles start flyin from the VIP
    Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
    Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
    So move bitch, get out the way HOE
    All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
    So...

    [Chorus]

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