More Than Music Lyrics by Diplomats, The

More Than Music Lyrics

    [Juelz Santana]
    Yo I try to be easy
    I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy
    I'm on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me
    Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them
    We can play now, this is a war not a playground
    We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down
    Wills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids down
    I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving
    Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing
    Or the plugger they stuck to Lumina
    So I'm stuck with this nina, I'm stuck with this finger
    Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump
    Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class
    Only for period, yep, I could relate to math
    Played games, but the games was bad
    You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at
    Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad
    That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker
    Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up
    Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me
    Taught him how to cook, livin his work up
    Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty
    Gotta do it like this shorty
    Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty
    Fuck with me

    [Chorus]
    This is a movement, this is a union
    This is more then what you people call music
    I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
    Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
    Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
    Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
    This is powdeful music that I bring to the table
    The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy

    [Juelz Santana]
    You motherfuckers really don't know
    You motherfuckers really wont know
    I'm real fucka, I really wont fold
    I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads
    Bangie rapper, like I'm really off road
    The pain I feel, I really wont show man
    The game is real, I really don't know Cam
    If I'ma make it or not
    But my plan was to take it straight to the top
    Bring my fame to the block, with me
    Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me
    'Til the day I'm layed on the block, with shots in me
    Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt
    Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope
    Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes
    Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming homes
    You better believe, one thing I was always taught in my household you better achieve
    No matter what you do, you better succeed
    That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me
    So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen
    Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing
    Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it
    Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it
    This is the Matrix, I take it we live in
    Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe me
    Hand picked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten
    My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin'
    Shoot shit, shit is poppin'
    Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me
    Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already?
    Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa!

    [Chorus]
    This is a movement, this is a union
    This is more then what you people call music
    I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
    Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
    Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
    Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
    This is powdeful music that I bring to the table
    The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy

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