Lyrical Breakdown of Make A Move - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Make A Move" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how DMX weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Make A Move" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that DMX employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to DMX's narrative.

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I gots to make a move and make it soon

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money

It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street

'Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat

Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle

Step on toes, strong arm and show a lil' muscle

Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated

I hate it, seein' crab niggaz that made it

And I'm robbin' cats just as broke as myself

Livin' foul and ain't lookin' out for my health, where's the wealth?

Not in New York, 'cause niggaz talk about goin' out of state

Money got an eighth, comin' back, hot with a lot of weight

Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too

So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew

Niggaz that ain't never had, and doin' bad

Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin' sad

Grab your bags, it's about to go down

We goin' to this hick town, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down

I gots to make a move and make it soon

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money

I gots to make a move and make it soon

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money

I gots to make a move and make it soon

Gots to take a block and make it boom

We comin' through so make some room

Found somethin' that could be somethin' if I pump it up

This Kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up

The purple top? Thirty five smalls a ring of games?

But I'ma crush him with the black 40 double L's

I send two niggaz back up top, and come back

We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop

It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'

Killin' the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin'

Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler

'Cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six

Then I don't trust ya

And we'll bust ya over somethin' petty like a few dollars

Put somethin' hot up in that ass and watch you holla

You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow

And fuck the po', po', nigga keep a fo', fo'

I gots to make a move and make it soon

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money

I gots to make a move and make it soon

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money

I spend my money on niggaz 'cause niggaz get me rich

And a bitch ain't doin' shit but suckin' my dick

Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong

Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin' the cash long

Shit is good, because niggaz gettin' what they been wantin'

And we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin'

Stick up kids huntin', but I ain't got no love for 'em

I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for 'em

Them motherfuckin' knockers come at us and chop us

And I know they, really tryin' to stop us and wanna drop us

So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house

It's holdin' 'em strong, it's a stash house

I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts

And when them niggaz keep they count correct, I don't riff

But I ain't tryin' to hear that nigga took your pack shit

Ain't tryin' to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch

I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run

If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun

Got bitches to transport without an escort

I'm makin' moves from D.C. up to Westport

Local police ain't a problem 'cause they don't even stress us

It be them ATF niggaz that have you under pressure

Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down

(Why nigga?)

'Cause I'm a hustlin' motherfucker, and I'm holdin' my block down

I gots to make a move and make it soon

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money

I gots to make a move and make it soon

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money