[Sample: ?]
Got all of yall watching my moves
W-w-w-watching my moves

[Hook: Rashid Hadee]
I got you niggas running and ducking
And shucking and jiving
I make it hot
So high its nothing but fire
Nothing but flame
You're screaming like you can't maintain

[Verse 1: Young Valentine]
Picture me rolling, intensity growing
I'm living and loving the moment
Keep rocking this shit
I spit far above the phony niggas popping their lips
Smoking my green leafy tree like a broccoli stick
My crew, that's the clique
My niggas is Thirteen
My two shoes give yall the boot you was deserving
Roll the windows down, vibe with the temple sounds
Like Young Valentine and Rashid coming around pimping
The smooth transitions showing cats the basics
You guys ain't whack, you just musically tasteless
Uncomfortable with it like (?) and new Asics
We gonna time travel and fly to some new places
I got a long list of women screaming come home
While niggas fake onstage till them lights come on
It ain't my fault but its part of the game
Now they running and ducking
Rappers they fake and they lame
Watching my moves people

[Hook: Rashid Hadee]
I got you niggas running and ducking
And shucking and jiving
I make it hot
So high its nothing but fire
Nothing but flame
You're screaming like you can't maintain

[Verse 2: Young Valentine & Rashid Hadee]
(Young Valentine)
Nothing but fire, got the crowd with their hands up
Me and my man plan across the land snatching grands up
I get in your veins like IVs and anaestetic
Like heroin its dope leaving haters sounding pathetic

(Rashid Hadee)
Pathetic the sounding (?) foulness
Got me ready to set it
I perfected the countless ways of bringing the phrase
And moving the crowd
We got whack emcees rapidly moving about

(Young Valentine)
Leaving crews with a pout from the mouth
More heat than the south
In South Beach, Miami, three hoes on the couch

(Rashid Hadee)
Chyeh, with full plans of laying 'em out
You know how the Thirteen do without displaying a doubt

(Young Valentine)
I holler back like what you talking about
I'm feeling the groove
Popping the seal of my brews
Breaking bread with the crew

(Rashid Hadee)
But even if it stops
You'll be still in the mood
Ignorant fools, suckas still watching my moves

[Hook: Rashid Hadee]
I got you niggas running and ducking
And shucking and jiving
I make it hot
So high its nothing but fire
Nothing but flame
You're screaming like you can't maintain

[Verse 3: Rashid Hadee]
For real
Its the heaven sent, never delicate
No matter the sentence I'm the subject and the predicate
Niggas say the Thirteen is whack, but that's irrelevant
Periodic cats couldn't tangle my elements
I'm the answer before your bitching mouth can question
Especially if the question is who be dropping the better shit
But I'm hooked on rare joints never heard before
You fake nigga I can tell you was a her before
Was fronting like he was acting bad
Yall niggas rhyme so pussy
I probably find them on the back of a maxi pad
I'm bringing it back to the days of the golden
The pied minus the pipe, the mic is what I'm holding
You niggas styles is stolen you knowing that you can't diss
Watch me, I'm ahead of your time like your hand is

[Hook: Rashid Hadee]
I got you niggas running and ducking
And shucking and jiving
I make it hot
So high its nothing but fire
Nothing but flame
You're screaming like you can't maintain
(x2)
Got all of yall watching my moves

[Outro: Rashid Hadee/Skinny Kenny]
Saved message Tuesday, March 30th 4:35 pm
What up (?) this is Skinny Kenny I just wanted to let you hear something
So I'm gonna leave it on the mail
Yo
Man what do you know, back to the same old shit
Moved a couple dime bags (?)
I do a lot of shit in my life but am I wasting my time
Pick up a pen, turn on a light, man I can't wait to be signed
From the one who brought you Skinny Kenny
Here's the alignment
Laugh now, cry later is the title I promise
Haha, I'm tweaking, but anyway it go like
Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see
Hustle to stash a couple chips (?)
Man its kinda funny but the world's a small place
(?)
Homie I'm knocking at the door, come and let me in
I bet I sell ten million albums when the let me in
I'm from a small city where all you got is a dream
But
Damn I'm tweaking
Just call me when you get that shit for real