March - Hi-Tek, Busta Rhymes

To smack they ass around with this trip nigga

Here we go!

Yeah, c’mon, yeah, let’s go

I-I think it’s long overdue that we give it to niggas in a new way

Yeah!

Yeah (march) c’mon

Yeah (march) let’s go

Nah I think this shit is feelin so good we just gon' keep it goin

Stay wit me!

You better march (down here)

All my niggas march (down here)

C’mon, march (down here)

I like how this shit is goin, check it, aiyyo

Y’all niggas know what’s up, what the fuck, aiyyo

The God is back, muh’fucker get low

Creep on a nigga 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 nigga’s shit 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, nigga 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)

When we on the strip you know we march (down here)

You gettin that money you better march (down here)

If you a soldier nigga 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 bitch, march (down here)

We do it for the hood when we march (down here)

Rep it for the block, nigga march

Huh!

I’ve got a whole shitload

You know what it is, muh’fucker (FLIPMODE!)

Don’t ask me shit, why?

(When?) What?

(How?)

The plan was sick, we on Aftermath now!

Got money to get, 'fore a nigga (sign out)

My nigga that’s with me, muh’fucker (ride out)

You know you a puss, I think you better (hide out)

Bitches in the club, I see they wanna (whyle out)

Hmm, now I see your whole scheme

We wreck the ship, while you niggas 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 niggas better have respect

'Fore the eagle’ll spark, that’s how we march!

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 niggas, see your shit outdated

(You ain’t know?) Franchise player just got traded

Mad ice like a nigga just ice skated

Must blow, only if the 'dro, high graded

(March) up on the strip to my niggas 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 niggas just (march) here we go

Take shit from a nigga like repo

Police look up in my little keyhole

Worried about, all the shit we sold

Old news nigga, shit about a week old

(March) in the name of the paper we fold

Whatever you want, you niggas weak round here

We back the john, and cock heat (down here)