K.I.M. - Smif-N-Wessun

Whose that knockin at my door?

Hope it’s a friend of me, cuz we at war wit the enemy

We keep eyes out for spies, out in our cipher

All man trifler, if I’mma take a life, then I’mma die a lifer

Unless I control the stress, ease off roll off the set, get wit Tek

Walk around again wit Mr. Brown and his Jamaican friend

Never to sleep again, unless I want my life to end

Take a rest blood, let me take watch of the battlefield

Mr. Ripper MP, do these’ll kill

Any and every enemy befriended we

Don’t believe the forefront of the industry

Cuz your man makes the brain feel soothin

Constant elevation, so we gotta Keep It Movin

Now when ya set gets hot (we got to Keep It Movin)

And when it’s time to get dough (we got to Keep It Movin)

It’s time to big up the spot, kid (so let’s get it movin)

Gotta let these heads know (time to get it movin)

From dusk to dawn, I get it on wit the world

I face drama that trace from me, back to my momma

So to be a man, the plan is to never to sit

Where I lay my head to rest, at night, less my guns right

Under my pillow or right near me

Nightmares don’t scare me, but what happens at night, got me leary

So fear me, cuz I’m like the ones that truce

Wit somethin in the mid section for protection

I reckon you, take a second or two

To recollect for a few, while I connect wit my crew

And Keep It Movin, and get rocks to bill

Blocks to seal, dome to big up, corrupt cops to kill

When we on to the con game (yo, it’s got to Keep It Movin)

When it’s cee-lo, bank is low (we got to Keep It Movin)

When the dough run out (straight up, we got to Keep It Movin)

When the stash is gone (aiyo, we got to Keep It Movin)

We comin through, all you hear is Timb boots stompin

Got you shittin in you’re drawers, just starin, lookin, watchin

What’s our next move?

Hope it’s not in you direction

Cause you know you fucked up and left home without protection

Coward ass niggas want beef wit the ruckus in us

Pine box that ass and ship ya back to ya sender

It’s all about reality

Now follow me, into the thoughts of a high mad man

Knuckles all swollen, blood drippin from my hand

Kinda lost it for a sec, cuz I snap now and then

Every since the beast threw his Glock to my chin

Now I’m livin wit the grudge for the fuzz

Pullin off the buds on the corner wit a group of hooded thugs

Whose the herb of the day?

Donate and pay to the cause

That keeps us high all day, I rip the pocket, O.G.C.

did the shootin

This philly’s gettin blown, so we got to Keep It Movin