He was from Richmond, one of the sickest places in the backNah, he was from Oakland, Frisco, Berkeley, round that whackOver there by Telegraph? Nah, over there by AshbyWhy did they find his body in Fairfield? Don't ask meA neighborhood MVP, programmed to goBut everybody in the Bay Area knew he had it coming, thoughCause mama was a ho, daddy on blowNever been to church, so he never had a soulThat's just an example of how that *** goModesto and Sacramento, Stockton and TracyPinellas, Pittsburgh, Antioch, and VallejoNorthern California, west coast to the deckThey call me 40, water, hold water on my chestFrom the hillside to the crest, they say my city's a messOne man and a baby's born, next minute he laid to restLaw enforcement understaffed, we put the police to the testNigga died with two thumpers on him, first time he wore a vest, that's whyMove me, move me, move me, move me, move me, move meYou like how I'm movin', huh?Move me, try and see what I'm doin'I'm out here, right where the knox atGot this 40 Glock cocked in my jockstrapTended windows round here, better park thatI don't play, I put one in your hard hatI'm too slick, digs quick to moveWhen I get out, I'm out, I'm out, I'm outGet in the nigga ass, I got *** to doPlayer slash coach, I call the shotsAnd just like a roach, I know all the spotsI'm all in the attic and under the houseI wake your ass up with a gun in your mouthI switch cabs, cars and busesMight work a neck brace or borrow some crutchesI come through limpin', hoppin' and bustin'Can't find who I'm lookin' for, I'm poppin' his cousinPerch *** gettin' funky, I'm the talk of the townI'm hittin' everything movin' and knockin' it downMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meFeel more richMove me, move me, move meBang, bang, motherfucker, this is what it isReputation alone, carry about a hundred yearsFan said we sellin' dope, these niggas tellin' jokesI'm a star, niggas watch me through a telescopeRap *** is easy, shoot it like a free throwOpportunity knockin', I'm watchin' through the peepholeProduct of the projects, powder in the PyrexOnly nine introduced to the processMoney bein' made, that's why they hatin' meIn the lab cookin', lookin' like a bakeryFat nigga clean, lookin' like a mealGood with my words, give a bitch the right feelin'Feel more legend, speak to him like a reverendTryna see a man before a nigga go to heavenThree-story is the game, street cred the machineI'm a Frisco boss, a young dude, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meMove me, move me, move meOtch