Move Bitch - Ludacris ft Mystikal, I-20, Disturbing Tha Peace (full lyrics) Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Oh no, the fight\u0027s out I\u0027ma \u0027bout to punch yo\u0027 lights out Get the fuck back, guard ya grill There\u0027s somethin\u0027 wrong, we can\u0027t stay still I\u0027ve been drankin\u0027 and bustin\u0027 two And I been thinkin\u0027 of bustin\u0027 you Upside ya motherfuckin\u0027 forehead And if your friends jump in, (Oh girl), they\u0027ll be mo\u0027 dead Causin\u0027 confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace It\u0027s not an illusion\u0027, we runnin\u0027 the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga I\u0027m doin\u0027 a hundred on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way I\u0027m D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober And you about to get ran the fuck over Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Here I come, here I go Uh-oh! Don\u0027t jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that fucking crowd? Start that goddamn show, I\u0027m comin\u0027 through Hit the stage and knock the curtians down I fuck the crowd up, that\u0027s what I do Young and successful, a sex symbol The bitches want me to fuck, true true Hold up wait up, shorty Oh wazup, get my dick sucked, what are you doin\u0027? Beside mindin\u0027 my fuckin\u0027 bussiness Tryin\u0027 to get my paper, child support suin\u0027 Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fucking T.V.\u0027s and jewelry bitches, tell me that? No, I ain\u0027t bitter, I don\u0027t give a fuck But I\u0027ma tell you like this bitch You better not walk in front of my tour bus Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way 2-0, I\u0027m on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I\u0027ll be right back We buyin\u0027 bars out, showin\u0027 scars out We heard there\u0027s hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the pills \u0027cause we poppin\u0027 tonight Beat the shit outta security, for stoppin\u0027 the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris I\u0027m sellin\u0027 shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it\u0027s street clothes, we all street niggas We on the dance floor, throwin\u0027 bows, beatin\u0027 up niggas I\u0027m from the Dec\u0027, try to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flyin\u0027 from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way hoe All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 So... Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way